Love me not; lust prevails;
It is free for all reasons;
Touch me not; mourn echoes;
It is liberated for all seasons;
   Be a green landscape,
Emotions never escape;
a dance before the fire and blood;
Burns from night to dawn;
turns with no dead ends;
Hairpin Bends are for no returns;
a wild  wind whispers;
a shadow of  death appears !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
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