Your Poetic Pulse
** Your Poetic Pulse**
Like starlit, crystal chimes I hear,
Lines from your poetry, tender and dear.
I do not read, raunchy lines, as if I were
drunk on a barstool, sipping wine.
Those lines sever me from poetry, at its
best, divinity-sublime!
Always to your golden-crafted words,
I do fondly look.
No added art does any poet need, when
sowing your beloved, beloved, poetry seeds!
10/4/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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