mardi 18 janvier 2011

THE LOVE THAT NEVER WAS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

We met them by the pool of the village stream
And at once we knew their pants were crimson-red
If I were alone, I mean all alone
I would have known what to do
But alas!
This life being what it is
I was not to be alone
And so it was I lost the chance of my life
To do what I knew best.

Copyright 2011

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