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.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
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
Thank you for your most kind opinion.
You are most welcome
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