The Masked Faith Poem by oluwasystem adesystem

The Masked Faith



She sits beside me
fair, dark, oh oh...
but i know she smile
on her i do more good
her eyes closed, mine open
her kneel straight, mine curved
beauty playing around her beyond illusion
but who is she?

oh you suku beauty
opened-face masked-identity
compare many but non with comic end
under the rain
neck twist left and right
star round her long sleeping hair
her hair spreading water in atom
her single step twist her waist like a dancing maiden
i wonder whom this beauty-pot-carrier could; d be
love? eager?
just Maya

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
i saw her on the field washing her hair. but am in a strange land. what if she became my wife
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