The False Lords Of Romantic Love
I, too, am guilty of the ancient, air-borne crime
Ah! it behooves, how men like to believe
Disillusioned, thus I lose a little more world
Taught kiss the myopic yeses, non-void the low-blows,
And anxious at the axis of play, I covet a last reprieve
Some Notions of Humanity
We enclose in the end of us, a wilderness.
Between these two cardinal points, we divide,
Heaven, herself, is but a ready-made feather
As for dreams dear and dreaming, darling,
Flicker in wings, O flicker in wings,
Whinza Kingslee Ndoro
USA
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