She was walking naked
On the river bank
And in her hand holds the revenge dagger for honor
Ah! If she knows
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Good poem. Like it, really good write. May i invite you to read my poem called, Shadows of the past.
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated, and penned in poetic diction. Indeed, dagger is the colour of blood. I concur with your conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.