Naughty You Poem by Rotowa RANTI

Naughty You

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Traveling out in the dark
I met a rolling tiger
Who never winks but smiles

The cloud is my blanket
Not when the tides are down
I can fill its roar
That sands like the ocean's cry

I lost my sword
Who should be crying?
The tiger or me?
I came drenched in white blood
Of the lafing beast

Friday, January 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: naughty
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