yahya said

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Poor Me - Poem by yahya said

Dunked by the luxuries of this poor world
sleeping on its tender thighs, enjoying oozing drop
of old wine and ripe grapes
of pure natural dripping honey
that flow on its tender oily hips
while the sun takes the setting in swift

Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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