Kelebe

KELEBE

Kelebe the lock of the endless pit, the bitterness of the “thought” sweet.
Kelebe the danger of the irreversible, irreplaceable; sweet or bitter, bitter I guess.
Without any much ado; where is your pride? Is it gone with one of the kelebe nights: -   the valentine’s night; your birthday, your foolishness, your dressing, your seducing acts… which of the nights.
What can you do to get over it; actually nothing; it is the joy of unending bitterness.
The little minutes of SUKUSEKA keeps you wake and wipe at night, it cut short your future ambition, gives your conscience no rest.
How wicked are you kelebe; once given a chance; you dominate.
Promise never to give you a chance Kelebe.