He had shared a bed with success,
Heaven-kissing hills bowed at his feet.
He had grown taller than height,
his head scraped the sky when he strode.
And like a lion gearing against a zebra
he went about things driven by the pleasure of her virtue.
He marched ahead on the path of life
She bid him to cautiously tread across an old tiny bridge
that ran across an ever-hungry pit:
That knotty bridge that connects her home to the crest of
her lovers seek
But her caution cry was blown away by the airy aura
of her bed that breezed with him.
He strode on larger than life,
flowing in the memories of their affair.
His gaze was fixed above the rainbows
he was flying on memory wings
through the grey clouds of their fornication
even at the edge of that hungry and abyssal pit
that many a man had fallen into.
konye ori
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