PERPETUA (Acrostic)

Pretty kind lady,
Every time I passby your neighbourhood at sunset,
Reality reminds me of sweet momories of you and I.
Perfect moments of us,
Even the smallest details I remember them all,
Touching your hands and kissing your honey coated lips,
Under the velvet light we laid down.
And our hearts sung in unizon.

poem by Moffat Mbuzi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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