Glittering, gleaming, fairly sighs.

Wrinkled, shriveled, wizened eyes.

Beware! Sham vibrant fetching ties.

Some so hiding monstrous lies.

Seen much verdure, autumn shades.

To greedy glee, gone gifted glades.

Tick tock dally! Oh, friend ol’ Ben.

Thumbing noses? Since who knows when!

In dimensions, dreams, sentinel stands.

Stroked and cloaked by cheated hands.

Witnesses fair deceit of summer’s lies.

Watching! Phony, rutted, vixen ploys.

That spring in soul, given to jejune dust.

Dreams; tossed and lost in salacious lust.

So often, hastily pandered, inner eye.

Mixt, clueless wanders muddy sty.

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saadat tahir

27 june,10

Buraydah-KSA