JANE LAMA
Ever told you,
about this wood?
About her color?
About her pictureque,
about her odour?
A1 for the vegas culture,
she king amidst
the bottle trees.
Hostility is a vagabon
under her reign...
Though earth around her,
is fat
she awaits yet;
to get watered
by the farmer
And maybe a branch could,
reachout for his tendering
touch.
OH! ! ! ! ! ! dear farmer,
look not away
that she withers not
when the summer calls
-EKERENDU EZEKIEL
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