A Warrior enters a room,
All silent without sound of gloom,
ALL eyes glaring like suspicious soldiers in battlefield,
Walking slowly, to a corner furthest from sunlight-bloom,
Eyes large & Limbs larger like a Warsangeli Warrior,
she sits, never crossness her leg.
Yet her soul is gently unbothered by the choir,
That noises ruffles the room, Her eyes back they stare,
They make no dent or scent to her Spirit;
She talks to no one,
Dances with no one,
Lone wolf among hyenas,
Gentle soul that walks as slow as her limbs
Yet she is not a simp. or Simps?
In her head that is.
Her relatives she desperately adore,
But they are befuddled by her stock!
What is she exactly? they ask!
Like a meek, mousey Bang of doom;
She whispers- nonchalantly
If you please; I am @Halimo-2018
All silent without sound of gloom,
ALL eyes glaring like suspicious soldiers in battlefield,
Walking slowly, to a corner furthest from sunlight-bloom,
Eyes large & Limbs larger like a Warsangeli Warrior,
she sits, never crossness her leg.
Yet her soul is gently unbothered by the choir,
That noises ruffles the room, Her eyes back they stare,
They make no dent or scent to her Spirit;
She talks to no one,
Dances with no one,
Lone wolf among hyenas,
Gentle soul that walks as slow as her limbs
Yet she is not a simp. or Simps?
In her head that is.
Her relatives she desperately adore,
But they are befuddled by her stock!
What is she exactly? they ask!
Like a meek, mousey Bang of doom;
She whispers- nonchalantly
If you please; I am @Halimo-2018
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