It is time to disappear –
Into obviation, never appear
A poetic still that has no fear
No persona will never hear
– High and low
with crisp ear
Like hard water, never tear
– Sear near nor
afar pear
Wear not minds of rear
For no person holds dear =
A care that bare such blear
– But bear wears
of year
Mannish wears of real fair
With a spear that cake shear
It is time to disappear –
Into obviation, never reappear
A poetic still that has no fear
– I swear like yesteryear
To cherish feline as forebear
As Darkness cherishes glare
Occupations: Journalist, Poet and Spiritual Healer
Contact: 0719727764
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