Ariose
is the poetry you speak
are the words you breathe
is the comfort you offer
Ariose
is when your heart beats,
uneven, imperfect
You tell me of your dreams,
fantasies and hopes
and you tell them as if they are reality
Take my calloused hand, pull me under
Give me the freedom of ariose
Sing as you fly,
or sing as you sink
Either way
you’ll be going down
in melody,
and in song.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2018 07:09
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
this is really lovely 🙂 i love the flow and feel to this poem ..
Thank you : )
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