At Paradise Poem by gbenga amusan

At Paradise



How sweet hath thou
Oh tree in the middle of Eden
How hath thy scent?
And hath fruits pleasing to the eyes
That my predecessor could not resist
Can that pleasing to eye make me die internally

Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Sin
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All that glitters are not gold. Sin can be beautifully decorated.
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