Epistle To Flaky

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Flaky; my love is ill-mortal; dies not;
If love is a flower, I'll hold ev'rywhere-
I'll tingle your name in the pleasant air-
Where to hide my head would not be you not.
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I'll sing the sweet songs of Nightingale not-
But I'll solo the chirrups in the air;
Flowers are fair of soft scent fill'ng the air,
And so is thy love that I forgot not.
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Flaky; Your beauty is as morn star pot,
Glossy 'neath green grass and 'yond everywhere-
Drop heavily down, scatter everywhere;
Just know if you love not, a soul you'd blot.
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Flaky; my heart isa land where roses sought;
Thy love with my heart shall bloom well hither-
No boisterous wind can turn my heart neither
'cause I must love, like common earth can rot.
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Flaky; thy eyes are shade of days I sought;
Thy eyes are shadows of moonlight, how fair;
Your love was love, I was crazy hither-
Would it be pleased if Romeo had loved not?
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Flaky; these tales of old pretence, 're they not;
But my heart is the sky of rag'ng ease air-
Let spread bitter air, twill be sweet ev'rywhere-
All smoothly rough lessons life has -me- taught.
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Some soul from all the rest who'd not forgot;
Flaky; some tears could be seen in the air
like the winter rain and waves in summer,
Flaky; rough lessons on soft heart; I've fought.
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Flaky; I've fought the heart my soul did blot,
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
Like the then sun and cloud rustle gether,
Love starved me either neither; I murmur'd not.
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Flaky; my heart made tears the clouds ev'r sought,
I was the flame, ruling the air ev' rywhere;
Like a rose in a gaunt desert hither-
Love is a box of chocolate; kids not.
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The seed amidst thorns would grow; a prey sought,
And the thorn in a seed will it wither,
If thou canst get hither, the rose wither;
But rose is to vase, water is to pot.
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Flaky; Those tears flow over, wonder not? -
I've lost moon while counting the brighter star;
Love; deep as the sea as rose must
wither,
For all I feel was nothing of thy aught.
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Pine for what is not; with some pain is fraught;
Eye to sight, nose to breathe was the weather.
But blind be day for night sees the moon star;
Love starved me either neither; I murmur'd not.
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Flaky; thought of you; pray prey I thought not,
For I'm a rustle iroko, wither
not in winter nor summer but wilder
as the farmer axe it; and I fall not.
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Flaky; the humming birds chirp as I sought,
The buzzing bees buzz, snakes hiss everywhere;
Everywhere where I found love everywhere;
Love starved me either neither; I mumur'd not.
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So tell me the solo your heart did spot;
To me it's solotone of a rag'ng air-
Fleet'ng soul as red rose; the love heart aura,
For all I feel was nothing of thy aught.
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Flaky; my eyes are weak; heart bled, you'd blot'
out the rose and left the tattered aura,
All rough and smooth lessons grow no better-
But my love is heal ill-mortal; dies not.
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The songs to dream of you, please sing you not;
The stain of pain and plain pain feels better-
Sad, staid, wistful: yea, made me feel better,
Sweet tones, love accent by you asoon forgot.
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Flaky; my love is ill-mortal; dies not;
If love is a flower, I'll hold ev'rywhere-
I'll tingle your name in the pleasant air-
Where to hide my head would be of you not.
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Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

by Akinwale Peace

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