Quote:
Originally Posted by Afro Saxon
Trite little dilettantes
bursting on the scene
floating steaming unoriginal prose’s
across my screen
Am I vexed? Yes
Hoping style loses to substance
bad feelings amended
empathy had
While I can not fog your glasses up
I can touch your heart
For I have the blessings from your ancestors
Parvenu can cloud your lenses
But only a Patriarch can please an Aristo
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My thoughts of the future are like the ocean,
amorous, and continue to overflow.
To Bask in Your touch in the essence of your being,
is what I crave more than you ever know.
Our Body, Soul, Spirit Intwinded in The Moonlight Glow.