OUT OF THE WOODS When I was a Girlish of eighteen, My own heart had been racin' like a Peregrine Falcon, Du
OUT OF THE WOODS
When I was a Girlish of eighteen,
My own heart had been racin' like a Peregrine Falcon,
Due to the blithe, in the spring time of life,
Steppin' into twenty - three, the picture was immaculate too seen,
How one's mind put mee in snooty? the biggest blunder of a malkin,
Was it a ignorance, which led mee in astray, abstruse also rife?
Nowadays, a pauciloquent though resonates, everythin' is bien,
Yet, her private log musin' somethin'
Can yo listen to that dichotomy of a bookie, in the absence of Calkin?
Then the Sunset shifted into a memory, w'd ya please take myself back from hangin' on an astrocious strife?
This poetess 's just ridin' a blue corvette,
Herself: a destiny chosen by the aid of GPS location, starvin' for a Crusty baugette,
Cause' of brake isn't seizin' up, What's more the Car plummeted in the Sea,
Ain't there nobody to rescue mee, out of the Woods, Im'a knockin' screamin' through Window screen, got stuck at NE,
© Santhoshi Choradia ❤️
® 2026
