Kalif Kasaba Poems

A crafty explorer clarifies the idea jungle by bush-whacking,
following the narrowed path of focus which opens to a clearing of surreal originality.
The only tool being a state of mind filled with garbled thoughts,
finds itself surrounded by a blank slate of infinite possibilities.
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To you, the stronger sex I willingly give my heart,
There was no battle of wits I was vanquished from the start.
No advancement on your behalf was needed,
At the very first sight of you, my entirety was deeded.
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