Tuesday, 23 April 2013

My sonata


My Love, 
Your eyes green like fluorescent grass on a tropical day.
Your hair curly and almost golden, 
Your sketch, utterly feminine, nutritioned in the Spirit’s joy. 
Your constitution quintessential.
My dear Love, 
The thesis of all my sonata, 
My fabulous rain. 
My loving sweet bride. 

K.Oni

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