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With tranquility in my quiet heart,

Whispers find their way,

Silent like a form of art.

My love canst sway.

For you it beats, secluded of,

The iron fist of truest love.

Opaque, distant and so quaint.

My blood of red wont taint.

As up in heaven, clouds that wisp,

Your essence is my truest wish.

Your love of peace, so fine.

Makes my life divine.

To spend what matters in moments lost,

I walk in feet of bare in winter frost.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2025 05:19
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • sorenbarrett

    Truly poetic and most deserving of a fave this poem it truly beautiful in every way. Cadence, rhyme, flow and thought it has them all

    • RSM0812

      Thank you for your most kind opinion.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

        This poem is tender, lyrical, and suffused with a sense of quiet longing and devotion. It blends classical phrasing “canst sway” with intimate, personal imagery, creating a romantic and almost ethereal atmosphere. Nicely written. ✨

        • RSM0812

          Thank you for your wonderful interpretation.



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