Rev.

Rev.

A Poem by Azsa Wild
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Infinity

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The nights awful strong
Your Arms and I get along
Someone once made sense
About the emptiness in a fence
The sad affair of being closed in
An what it said about the rich
Who lose others to win

I've made my wealth I've found my fortune
He has beautiful eyes a beautiful face
He is all the riches I'll ever need
But sometimes I come to greed
I can't get enough of the reverand I love

The timing was unclear
Would he ever appear
Some assured me it's close
And with patience came a black rose
The slow dance under a blood moon
Lifes crazy who knew

I've made my wealth I've found my fortune
He has beautiful eyes a beautiful face
He is all the riches I'll ever need
But sometimes I come to greed
I can't get enough of the reverand I love

Tender
Synagogue place (remember)
Box of roses so red
Building our bed
Fighting until we cried
Put all differences aside
Boxed up the house
Ready to move
Laughter with chaos
And gigantic full moons
What joy would I feel
If it wasn't as precious with you....

I can't get enough
Of the reverand I love

© 2019 Azsa Wild


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Azsa Wild
Azsa Wild

Adelaide , South Australia , Australia



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