Collins Osanya
When the wind ruffled her hair, and
Her skirt rose past her knees and
Her eyes half closed, collided with mine
She just laughed.
But she just laughed,
When I talked of the sun in her eyes,
The glitter in her laugh and the dare in
Her smile. She just laughed.
But when our hearts clutched,
And pressed upon mine her breadth,
And my heart beat brazenly, and her
I tried to kiss. She just laughed.
But she just laughed,
For little did she know, that
Each smile me she did show, had
These feelings crisply snow, and this crush grow.
But she just laughed,
When I wrote sad poems,
When I wrote of her braids,
Of the spring in her walk…
Of the safety in her stare
For little did she know, that
I’ll love her till the sea dries…
Because she just laughs…
This is an awesome piece. A serious offspring of poetical fanaticism.
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Collins, if you were not a writer, you would be …a poet? Great work of poetry!
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Collins, keep writing, never stop! You are an author, a writer, a spinner of words …..
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