Angela

Angela, you are dangerous,
Especially with those lips
Of scarlet. I am venturous —
The psychedelic trips

Have nullified my doubt:
This life we live is one
Absurd and blurry route —
If we are born to run,

Please, tell me then from what.
Each day the rising Sun
Is blessing my old hut,
Ah, rhyming’s such a fun!..

I slow down my pace,
For I have seen enough:
That smile upon your face

I love.

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