Poetry Contest || THE SCENT OF CHARISMA @daprado1999

Times and seasons come and go none lasts forever, I would live to scale through all seasons without pain.

I refuse to be a waste pipe to be trampled upon, rather I thrive to be a trophy joyfully showcased to the world shining like a shooting star of the early dusk

I refuse to be a season for passing because I am not the last summer of her winter. I am not the last drop of her whiskey. I am not the last inhale of her cigarette.

I am not a nightstand collectible, I am a brave man, every lady's quest. I am a category, five hurricanes with a strong wind and a full force served to a lady who dares muster courage enough to love me.

Appreciation:
@nishadi89
@steem.skillshare

may the best contestant win the contest