I walk with itchy pride <br />Knitted on my rigalia <br />I cant fall prey to insanity <br />Let me last with my lass <br />She is only harmless <br />Like the tender wind <br />Of midnight hour <br />Although, her love <br />Hit my soul <br />Like a thunder-storm <br />Let me last with this lass <br />I cant fall insane<br /><br />Abubakar Abdulkadir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harmless-3/
