Dyll the poet

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So her sister is called Rose-Mary
She is called Rose
And she loves Rose flowers
She two very close friends one called Rose the other called Mary
Who apparently live in Rosewood.
I learnt about this four minutes into the conversation
And am wondering I don’t even know you why that information.
She looks at me…she looks at me and she has this Rosy smile
But I can’t smile back because she might think am a flirt.
So I just sit back, wear this manly posture and get ready to sink more into her world.
Anyway…that’s just a by the way.

So I inquire why Rose had to be up so early, yet such beauty is supposed to be asleep at this time,
And if you doubting then go research on the sleeping beauty it’s so evident that beauty goes with enough rest.
Maybe…maybe not.
So Rose tells me, she rose up early to ensure that her friend’s Rose flower are delivered on time.
Mm
So her friends love Rose flowers?
Then I think it’s high time I placed myself in the brackets of her friends because am also developing a love for Rose flowers simply because Rose loves Rose flowers.
Am still thinking.
Then suddenly Rose asks, “What brings you to my Rose flowers garden this early morning?”
For a moment I couldn’t comprehend on the right answer to give but this was definitely my moment to shine
This was my moment to speak out this load of words that heaved my heart, but too bad this words were not aligning in my head, they seemed not to be working with me.
So…I decide to mumble words along the lines of, “I came to this garden to look for the perfect Rose flower which would make my life a little bit Rosy,” which didn’t really make sense, but she smiled and said, “then you have come to the right place.”
For a moment I felt like I would jump off my skin.
See this was a deal too good but I didn’t have to think twice because she had everything I was looking for in the Rose flower garden
But she wasn’t done yet so she continued, “Just place your order and I will have them delivered to you.”
What!!! I thought this was a mutual chemistry
But it’s evident that Rose didn’t understand the chemistry in looking for a rose flower in her rose-flower garden then instead eying the garden’s owner.
So as our conversation came to an end she looked straight into my eye and she says, “Rose flowers are nice am happy you like them,” she turns and leaves for her home.
This was a moment well wasted but it didn’t really have end this way,
I decided to follow her,
Wait… I don’t like Rose flowers, I like Rose,
I like the fragrance they are a just amazing.
So…would you be the Rose in my Rose flower?
No…

Its been a while i have been silent but the game begins again. Thank you for being part of this story of my life

i can feel the heartbeat... though
it doesn't sound like heartbeats i
can feel bits of heartbeats...its
musical
there is a patient in ward no. 5
and time seems not to be work
with me here as if to remind me
that everything is not well.
will she make it?
what is the baby's fate?
time will tell...
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am bringing art to kahawa sukari this round. so tag anyone around there tell them its going to be so sizling hot they better be there

Dyll the poet

Kungoja blesings zikam knokin mlangoni ni sem na kungoja kuona mtoi wa siz ako yet ye ni gay...the irony.

i blv nlipewa mdomo ya kazi nne. 1 kukashifu wenye wanadisav sam,kupraise the 1 true God,kukashifu ukabila na ufala na kuapreciate sam beautiful gal i know

mrning n nyc sunday