Tone: Drink of love

I stumbled upon a motile river
Blue as the sky, yet red as a rose
Filled with charges of high volts
Looking shallow on the outside,
But quite deep in depth on the inside.

Coming at a brick in time when
I long for love and emotions
So like a Carmel, I knelt down
I rushed, and drank with pleasure
Filling all my empty chambers

But the more I drank I felt tasty
And that burning desire undefined
I just couldn’t stop drinking and
Something inside my fickle heart
Kept saying, it is love so unending.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu