Theo To Miss Rouge Poem by Onyi Ogwumike
Theo To Miss Rouge
Be calm, my dear Inferno.
Let not your spirit be roused by the superficial slashes of Life's whip.
Only tearing into my human bindings,
never even scratching the iron wings fastened tight on my soul.
Take flight sweet song,
be quick to dry the tears of my love.
If only my voice could grant you the same peace you grant me.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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