Tomorrow is a lady
Gorgeous and attractive
To have her, I have to create a plan
Living life like, it is my last
For her, I rise at sunrise
And at sunset, need teaches a plan.
I have open doors, hoping
To know tomorrow better
But she shows me a purse of pauper
Empty, when I welcome her,
At times she is a stone throw
But in reality she is farther.
No one has ever touched her
She must be a sweet virgin
In my dreams her hot image is shown
At sunrise, she disappears
Yet, I heard she is pregnant;
Till the time when her fruits will be known.
This is great.
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Thank you Peter Omienge
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Beautiful piece of art
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I remain grateful! Thnx
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Hopeful
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Yeah
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Beautiful
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Thank you wise one!
I appreciate
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