LOVE RIDDLE
Far from the loving arms 🙈
Literature loved me, Poetry married me.
My bad I remain a forest without trees,
Once upon a time I made a hive,
The Swarming bees took my hive for their home,
Where else can I find my wife
a lowly bustard stole my love 😭
I hope you pay me back a lofty sweetness greater than undiluted Juice,
What hurts more than a forest without trees ?😭
Bloody mongers I need my wife back sweeter than glucose could ever be.😭
Chisanga Franklin
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