Poor Me Poem by yahya said
Poor Me
Rating: ★4.3
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
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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