Monday 28 December 2020

Was a thief

It is almost to the new year
The wild wolves shed no tears.
What the winter was 
Did bring a grandeur loss.
Merry-making slept with the summer
A bashful silence at the stroke of the hammer.
On a vengeful cliff
Will he find relief?
But his woman was a thief!

K.Oni


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