My Tongue slithers, stately -A Poem by Mr.Boffin
My Tongue slithers, stately -
Roseate quivers, latching onto Your feathered ears- Words gone: crushed, Adrift in time - The Poet speaks blithely, Vapours inkier than most - Your grasp unfathomed Slinks by, Unknown - © 2014 Mr.Boffin |
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