Out of your depth

Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
Chat…chat…chat…chat…chat!

The shape of modern mental is not speaking!
Eighty percent harshly lashed to rags! ’
Throw mind concert of silver sand,
a play of golf on a private jet!
With a tale on classified earth globe,
ambition becomes entirely lawful!
Money does not have colour!
What is of Pirate, fights in Sahara!
Sailing unreasonably through season chats!

poem by Gloria Seseng
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Something Love

Something love smells like a pure spackle!
It drifts an urge to the soul fur
with a twinkling pace of breathing space
beyond Cinderella’s delightful groove

Something love is something with an illusion
It has a taste of an agreeable nature!
The soul itches with amusement
to the response of its thrilling elevation!

Something love is so truthful!
It has a serene pearl of beats!
With an equal amount of believes
beneath the surface of completeness!

Something love has a lenient touch!
Everything comes to life by its first appearance!
It has a top secret herb!
That soothes the heart to its tenderness!

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poem by Gloria Seseng
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