Whilst I stare at you
I write buzzing rhymes quite a few.
Seas, hills, skies, rivers
All move far, far away
Only the light breeze rings
A multiple sob rapidly springs
In me, shivering deep in my core
A black cuckoo also sails her lore
Calls the Spring and joyfully sings
And does waltz me in rainbowing
Whilst I stare at you
At once, I write buzzing rhymes quite a few.
Umme Salma, 2022
Salma Seclusion 