Her hair forged in the sun’s fire, golden
My autumnal nights brightened
Livened by the benevolent happiness in her eyes.
Celestial joy captivates my casual stage
Admiring I, adoring her chastened ways.
All this is in my thinking, in the visage of my idle lonesomeness.
I fathom I ought to rise and enter the race
Perhaps potentially, I could win a bride!
K.Oni
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