Manuel Odeny Biography

You nag:
"lover, honey
my heart I gave thee
how dare you break it?
...

This concrete jungle
striking, confusing
with a dearth of appeal
like a doodle,
...

Love nestles tenderly, delicately
in your arms, warmly
tickling emotions with light feathers
surely
...

The night is getting wearier
shadows getting dreadier
sun rays hugging horizon, hungrier
darkens envelopes
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I hear you call me,
gently
amid the rustling leaves
silently
...