Ode Poem by Aminath Neena
Ode
Ode to the symphony
of man and his style –
That keeps her synchronized
in corrosive flowing bile
Bitter- sweet
jalapeno with rile
No essential oil
needed for a while
Doesn't he know that the heart
is but a flower that smile?
It has no need for
any pompous gritty spile!
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: man
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4/26/2024 8:39:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ME HEART SMILED AT THIS.... AND THE SMILE INDEED ALONE MAKES THE LIFE A LAVISH. and so says you.! and me Savvy!