I am the mongoose in this affair. I want things to happen as they do here in this work, but unfortunately things do not turn out efficaciously for me so, I live in this poem.
And the rose falls like a dream lost.
The cobra passes with its eye on the mammal.
The mongoose, unafraid stands his ground.
Slide in the grass,
Creep in the tracks
Stand on high,
Ready for the kill.
Love has turned to hate,
My disposition is not of venom,
But of sheer defense.
Lust turns to war,
My stance is clear,
I will clear your head, without remorse.
One, two step.
And the dream falls like a dropped rose.
The cobra fees like a coward. The mongoose waits til their next encounter, in hopes to quell this unfortuante circumstance.
© copywright Bekim Rauseo 2006
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-04-10 at 23:20
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The Tango of The Mongoose and The Cobra
One, two step.And the rose falls like a dream lost.
The cobra passes with its eye on the mammal.
The mongoose, unafraid stands his ground.
Slide in the grass,
Creep in the tracks
Stand on high,
Ready for the kill.
Love has turned to hate,
My disposition is not of venom,
But of sheer defense.
Lust turns to war,
My stance is clear,
I will clear your head, without remorse.
One, two step.
And the dream falls like a dropped rose.
The cobra fees like a coward. The mongoose waits til their next encounter, in hopes to quell this unfortuante circumstance.
© copywright Bekim Rauseo 2006
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
Read 1475 times
Written on 2006-04-10 at 23:20
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