‘’Azeeza‘’

Angry circle of breeze stormed her away. And dropped her in the hill where he Iive You dare not run away, eyes are everywhere. Where the desert is full of mockery and temptation.
Here you are for days neither ate nor drank. This that comes from his ruff hands show gestures. How will she eat when her heart fortywinks in mares. With your half nose and one of your eye blotchy.
You seems not to be around in this desert, But your presence is here knocking her head. He always come with half of his dark face, Why is the other part of you not showing?
Home awaiting, your half is breezy around her. What do you really want? , blood or love? Her blood is bitter, bitter gulch through your gullet. If it is love,then take her home,you are everywhere.
-WARRI STANLEY

toh sounds nice even though am nt into poem