Glib Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal
Glib
The man who melted the sound
of making the towers of pain.
The woman she had homed into
the heart of one; .
She was quite warm, but had no
beauty of any treasures.
She elbowed a beauty of
uselessness.
Then she melted the sound of
making the tower of pleasures.
The man came but did not homed
into the home to her.
She became wept.
The man he had became freed.
Tuesday, June 13, 2023
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