Tuesday 24 August 2021

My Habbit

 How can I tell you that I love you?
Would you believe me and laugh?
And I will mourn this fantastic idea
Of looking deep into your light
And see a forest of wonder 
Garbled in your gentle delight.
O what must I do to rid myself of you?
You have become my habit 
My daily haunting praise. 

K.Oni

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