Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The White Bookcase



For my feet to move with ease
I needed, very badly, a bookcase
And I was offered a white shelf
Though my mind, in it
Recognized a perfect fit
For my books as well as the wall’s paint
My heart detected yet another spirit
A subtle devil that soaked the surface
That smelt like a soiled rat
Prompting my head to spit out
The white bookcase offered as a gift!


Henry Victor 19.10.2006

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