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Comments about Raymon Siingh
A Twisted Evening
Plodding o`er my heart with high..est heels,
thou make a cruel effort to slay,
little i realised, breaking this birds` keel-
is the way thou shall play,
My melted pot shall return to steel, i take that vow,
Odd the turns of fate, as dusk settles, that oath no longer matters now;
Evening unfolds, bright stars are scanty,
as in braids of a maid, i sense, there remain twists aplenty,
On a road beside, fragrance of daisy fills the air-
long before a sunny face gets clear,
howsoever apart, we pledged to steer-
thrown together again by Him i swear; ...