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Darling

She slips through the gate
Polished in aroma from the Getto

A world tends to be the sun shinning
The eyesore by abated breath

Bi-mouth clears,
Its throat
And voice, craves one's eye
calling aside

Eyes sythesise aviable story
Like a sustainable devep't tread
A trend so far as she passes
Over the love land

Telepathically she comes
And turns her gorgeous face
Awide rim of impulses
Push asurge across that bossom

Adash of thoughts
Collage in one room,
the heart beats
Upon another scrumble

Then aword commences
With asmile in the face
As she swims in the sun
on the beach

It goes, surfing and loads
Until she turns with acall;
Darling, bye

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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