Ben Azouz Poetry Forum
Sweet Peas
It was the storm, at heart's farm
To change breeze of the sweet peas
On that Sunday, I heard a cry
It was my soul, has certain fall
On that rude day, there was a play
As a lovable knight, I should be delight
But lovely Queen, has not been seen
The queen was shy, same as Fair Fay
Later that night, she start to fight
Wants to deny, but king's die
At end of day, she laughed away
Leaving dead king, in empty ring
To change breeze of the sweet peas
On that Sunday, I heard a cry
It was my soul, has certain fall
On that rude day, there was a play
As a lovable knight, I should be delight
But lovely Queen, has not been seen
The queen was shy, same as Fair Fay
Later that night, she start to fight
Wants to deny, but king's die
At end of day, she laughed away
Leaving dead king, in empty ring
