Adieu Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II
Adieu
As I write
she sits on a porch blowing wind at the trees
speaking in a language foreign to my ears
admiration ensues..
she bends tree trunks with her native whispers
behind every strong man you'll find a weakness for her
her eyes lure me into a covenant
Hers forever...no doublethought
Ayo Nisha'
they'll never figure us out, my love...
& with 3 sweet kisses
bids me
Adieu
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