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A wayfarer gardens
and yeaning wake his soul
on this Market Square
still he shops and sleeps
where his abode is nigh  
and their goods are cheap
like his barbecued cecils
now such gazes he's met
that fires their clement  
if City Hall landslide elects again.
Seema  Nov 2017
Divine Passion
Seema Nov 2017
Walking away like that from me
You surely know how to tease me
Your lips touched with mine
The ache of passion felt so divine
You saw me yeaning for a kiss
But moved away so I missed
The smile on your face ignited a fire
Within me flaming up a burning desire
Few paces you walked away
Turned to see if I was looking your way
Standing there starring as you go
Made my heart slowly reaping crying, No!
As I turned to leave with you gone
From behind, you grabbed me, the passion now born
A little too easy was your fake lie
You are my love, the one and only guy...


©sim
Fictional write.

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