Likle poem

[ijinkli]

Rare 'B'

In the old shallow mountains rust
Golden coins piled with mammoth's tusk
Beggar's musk
Swallow dust

Claiming this land
Creepy crawlies band
Their sorry hand
Won't tell why
Love you I can't

One more day
There isn't a man
It still has a hole
But it's another brand.

Something in the air
Secretly though,
Admire you I dare. DJ