Feel My Soul-Heart
It comes to me dreaming
of rebirth trice with mirth;
enlightening of light
shimmering more brightly.
A breath, filled with flowers:
radiant and lovely
peppermint amaryllis,
blush amaranths, bluebells,
lavender bellflowers
and a plethora of weeds.
A storm rose swarm with life
to forge passion, desire
and sensuality
burning more intensely
contained deep in my soul.
I gather up my words,
plunge in lull suffering
with emotions and scatter
on a page; pirouette
letters to form feelings
to feel my soul-heart
of rebirth trice with mirth.
5/19/2018
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Sponsored By : Broken Wings
4. I gather up my words
plunge - suffering - rose - soul
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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