It's in her eyes
it's sinner lies
it's inner lies
as a dry desert
field screams yield
but he denounces
what he sees
and flees
for he can't trust
what he has seen
he tries
and defies
and ramifies
shouts out sprouts
all too loud
while no one hears
his inner fears
but she knows
and puts his
mind
in moments time
kindly at ease
with a tiny
little word
'Yes' please!

Madrason writer

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