Masquerade - Poem by RAPHAEL KARIBO
Like the whiteness
of the dove she appears
outside, but right inside
there is a moister standing.
A black creature, as black as the kiwi shoe polish yes right inside she board.
A glittering, spotless robe shes wearing, a step try to undress and flabbergasted you will be.
Aye the very her nausea, the physical frame appears to be the harmless sheep.
A wally she is, voluptuary forsooth.
Shes a masquerade!
Comments about Masquerade by RAPHAEL KARIBO
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You