~It's morning,
The morning dew,
Looks so fresh,
Its a virgin dew.
The unclean hands,
The clean hands.
All stare at the dew,
On each plants.
Each hands yarns
to disflower each dew,
Without each dew will,
They forcefully touch the virgin~ dew.
_That's assault ,
That's molestation,
That's rape!
They make them useless each morning
The dew,
So powerless,
It comes each morning,
Just to bless the plants.
Now the virgin dew ,
All go back in pain,
In regret, every morning.
The touch of human devils them.
Only the lucky dew
Go back as a virgin,
But not all the time .
Humans come for them too.
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Author:
Fumilayo bayo (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most interesting concept that had not occurred to me before. Well put and written. A very good read
Hmm! Intriguing 😁
Excellent write
Thank you very much tony.
You're welcome
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