Water In A Glass
A water is accepted
clean in a clear glass,
My face lack in years—
my ways well in dress,
grits in crocs on fine sands.
Firstly, in crescent rolls
spear-pinned to a screen,
and knock over a stack
of comport—
not only on the spot
but over again on a spot,
and the water is not so,
with spots !
© Favour Ike
clean in a clear glass,
My face lack in years—
my ways well in dress,
grits in crocs on fine sands.
Firstly, in crescent rolls
spear-pinned to a screen,
and knock over a stack
of comport—
not only on the spot
but over again on a spot,
and the water is not so,
with spots !
© Favour Ike