Mystical creepy creature
You sweep along my feather
Running tingling jibber-jabber
As Isabel Mejiring mutter
Stealing all that clutter
Often our journey become better
Synchronising another roller
Directed towards harmony offer
Enfolding into world cosier.
Melody off your voice
Pour like honey taste
Sweet down the food pipe
Enriching soul as a whole.
How I long to be with thee always
Off the mountains and valleys
Just into your arms.
Very beautifully crafted rhythmic tune that pulls the reader into a real mystic world.... Well written Madam.
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Taste of love and life! ! ! Pure like honey! Without money. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.