Kurdt Cohen Poet Romanticism

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

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Poet Destroyer A September 2, 2014 at 11:40 AM Kurdt, thank you for the reply..Linda

Maurice Yvonne August 21, 2014 at 8:08 PM great read once again. thank you.

Poet Destroyer A August 17, 2014 at 9:40 PM Hi Kurdt, this is sweet,... A blessing, it may be. You gave so much imagery, ..it's as if you painted and wrote about an angel .. enjoyed... LINDA Kurdt Cohen August 19, 2014 at 1:57 AM Thanks I'm glad you liked it.