I walk with itchy pride
Knitted on my rigalia
I cant fall prey to insanity
Let me last with my lass
She is only harmless
Like the tender wind
Of midnight hour
Although, her love
Hit my soul
Like a thunder-storm
Let me last with this lass
I cant fall insane
Abubakar Abdulkadir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harmless-3/
