Grace
When I think of you
My knees tremble and hands shake
My cold centre you pierce
With your arrows
And your spears
Your voice is like a dove
Floating graceful
In the air, and your words
Are always perfect
They just hang there
Copyright © Kurdt Cohen | Year Posted 2014
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