Wednesday, 20 November 2019

My Words..

My Words..
Putting curtains on an eventful day,
Yet I lack clarity on what to say,
It is this alacrity that makes me blabber,
Becoming embarrassing, shaking and starting to stutter,
Am at a loss of words,
Caged are the willing to be free birds,
Could you hear me dear reader?
If not,  my fault .. I am a blur

But times have changed,
My words are perfectly arranged,
I am ready to speak and shine,
And sparkle like good ol’ wine.

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