The Renegade Poem by Tola Fola Olowolafe
The Renegade
She met a Renegade on this
ride going north.
His reckless soul has no leash, belonging to no one, not even himself.
I met my Renegade at
a dinner party.
I tried wooing her.
To woo a Renegade,
I must be of all and of none,
a lover of all shades of colors.
Her Renegade is predictable,
but only in his unpredictability.
My Renegade seduce the attention
of all and holds none of their glances.
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5/8/2024 4:32:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Tola. Thank you very much,