Yoosaph Aayala

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Dry Wears - Poem by Yoosaph Aayala

It is time immemorial
Evincing accolades
For the fevers of corruption
Laud loud a reverie.

Moods born
In the laps of ecstasy
Unknown to ivory towers
Buried deep in dry wears.

Gales of happiness
Embrace limbs of loneliness
Sometimes tottering
Through done wisdom.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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