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Those Charms & Glows

I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back,

Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh ,

Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood

through blue veins, raging as river Nile 

Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I 

consumed every bit and angle of my grief 

For a woman doesn’t become a woman until

she gleefully begins to possess and wear her  

pains, she transforms into a woman the moment

she glows while drowning in the lyres of pain 

Those sickly bossoms turn fuller and rounder

gracefully carrying the heavy burdens of heart

and the faces emanate those rare effervescent

charms about whom blind poets often write and

Trembling painters paint perfectly with  angular

strokes of  nylon brush. those charms and glows

as streams of scarlet bloods pumped from the  

aching hearts, gushing forth in blue veins.  

 

 

 

 

 

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29 thoughts

  1. Wao.. who can describe better …
    “For a woman doesn’t become a woman until

    she gleefully begins to possess and wear her  ”

    Your feelings are floating as clear true ship of paper over the cleaner sea of pain.. Lovely.

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