A walk

RSM0812

I walk through the stilled beauty of her heart,

I confess as random as a breeze,

Awakened songs of love, so deep in thought,

As roses in the winters frost will freeze.

Nor broken, bent, or shamefuly cast,

Is my immortality of the past.

I wish for only beats of two,

As I progress and go on through.

I'd enter slow and hide a while,

Listening softly to your benevolent smile.

And fall where you doth throw.

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2024 12:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beautifully worded and with such good flow it holds a romantic feel and somehow holds the feel of a master work



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