Icicle Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini
Icicle
Why think I need you
When inside of me there are two
Your presence beckons the serpent
Striving to have my faith bent
And Yet you make me more helpless
By your cold electrical caress
Hey you Loneliness
You belong to the wilderness
Take your cold hands off my shoulder
And sit not by to feign a good lover
I would rather lock myself in solitude
Than tarry in this seashore with you.
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4/24/2024 7:52:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
imaginary scenes are very suitable for the title..Thank you for sharing..