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Ghana, love, Micropoetry, November, quadrille, relationship, Thotpurge
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Trying my hands at the quadrille (44 word poem. Word! 🙂 )
Stale Death
they say love is blind
and perhaps so
for how could I have failed
to glimpse the darkness
beneath your light
smooth velvet is the night
that hides sinister cravings and urges
I shudder at your perfumed breath
a musky odour of stale death
© Celestine Nudanu 02/11/17Links for Haiku Rhapsodies:
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