"samirian" poems
She’s cool like Samirian mornings,
She’s hot like spouting springs,
She’s clever and agile and ornery,
And she owns my soul and ring…
We’re building the future together,
Only magic, and hammer, and chisel…
Little matter the winds and the weather –
Such a route is pleasant and easy.
A collocutor mighty and mellow –
She’s friends with the seas and the wind…
We’re lovers, and partners, and fellows,
And the motto is simply – to win…”
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC