My Lady Poem by Muhammad Opeyemi Abdulfatai

My Lady



The soil becomes seedy and floody, just like a rhapsody, in a tuneless melody, exactly like a comedy, it becomes speedy, and I became moody, just like a candy, the dreams become steady, And my eyes becomes needy, so that I could capture my lady in my custodi.

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