Biography
I am a fashion designer and poetry is something that comes to me naturally
Samples
O you mysterious thing, That kindles within me heedless flame, Burning me with passionate pain, Wth the truest of love being pour, On a chilly night in a hilly valley, That which I gaze upon brought me warmth, In this treacherous world with haunting cold, Yet wordless words coursing within me bore me warmth, O tis beautiful thing, That trance's me in awe ! O tis adorable thing, That cradles me in autumn passion ! should I ever be denied, o ur truest feelings, And of your winter shelter abridged, Still will my purest love never stop being pour, o my noire one !
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Blog entries by Monseigneur Fifehanmi
Lamentations of osunkunle (03/03/2019)
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