"iana" poems
My mind folded like the hands of an apostle
Never believed buh always bringing out the best in spirit
My eye sight just a view to what I like
persuasive like a lion never Judah,
A king believed to rule the jungle.
Ative buh yet ablaze Wit the iana
A dale of tales my imperfections
They wouldn't admit its perfections
Altered to my deeper roots
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC