Prima Facie Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Prima Facie
My black rose,
I like to caress
your soft petals.
savoury pollen
stolen my soul.
like to jump
over the fence.
Oh! the gardener with the spade
is crueller than the prickly shrubs.
I like to hide in the garden secretly
my little haughty
naughty bee request a nod.
A nod to the bee, is a signal to sting the gardner. than the black rose is all yours
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5/5/2024 5:06:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Honest emotion, skillful imagery. A very provocative poem, Nimal. Regards, Sandra