If I will discover that,
there is a company of such,
rumour that there,
would desire to settle,
here,
in this gentle passing wind's mill things,
those heaps of gossip air's heart,
a shadow of chagrin,
hither hood nuisance spot,
consist of if mower powers,
that is murmuring on a sort of gloom,
whatever it makes echoes, noise,
and sing songs of yet unknown,
what an itch night mare cluster,
of dream?.
Night Mare Cluster Of Dims
Bamanga Bashir
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/27/2020
Poet's note: Check secularism.
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Poem topics: dream, heart, night, wind, desire, gentle, shadow, gossip, discover, unknown, noise, company, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme