Oval Sling

Poem By ifedayo oshin

The sleek sling has struck
Now my haly hear is sick

It bleeds profusely in the innermost
As the sling traces out its host

With the liquid cord of crimson hue
And no medic could find a clue

For it’s sickness of the hearts
And all mortals are patients

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