A gentil man with hunger
She twirl'd around his finger
She whirled in pink always
Belonging to another
With grace and awe she danced
With her heart under cover
Her lover, he was shy
Afraid of being discover'd
But she became brave and ran
Not to be flaed anymore, Braver
Author notes
a ghazal
all lines of 7 except the last wich should have the authers name in it.
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