Nikè Poem by Madrason .

Nikè

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In the distance before slopy hills
the cipress is a needle in the eye
a pastelfeathered sky tells why
Oh Mata, don't be shy Hari
and the lost day plays harakiri
while the bloodshaded valley
will start to revive
that's amore, c'est la vie
that's a poets'startled shy
… a naked Blanca eagerly
awaiting to be stained
with mistery! M

Friday, December 10, 2021
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