Treasure Along The Way - Poem by Ahmad Abubakar
In my mind, she looks gorgeous.
Cheerful, meekly with behaviours.
Benignant, educatively richious.
Her smile sends me confusious,
am I alive, dead or dormanttous.
It send chemical waves tortous.
Talking to me with dexterous,
soft - eloquent-systemic voiceous,
the accent tone is invicious.
Our manners, attitudes is congrous,
the same mother field as studyous
family of scientist, am I bathous?
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