I lean on fragile sensibilities
as my heart feels ill at ease
and even there I find a peace
when you arrive to talk with me
Your simple sentiments
and gentle laughter
are the most heaven sent
of all I've been after
And yet I will not dare to rush
this budding seed of hope in us
I take care now not to drown
this new sprout in its ground
Each new branch in its way
reaches higher every day
and soon I wish we shall see
the beauty of our together tree
(July 21st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
