Love Letter From the Soul Xiii
Moon,
Through the periwinkles it rests
rich, red, radiant, persuaded
in lines
we soon would not forget
jubilance unfurled
a jade resemblance of romance
resounding and reminiscing
in every word
in every field
in every feel
the moon gifted to my hand
brilliance burst at the seam
of time
of rythmn, of rhyme
reflection of sun, not
but an inflection
of what has just begun
hints of honeysuckle
dripped upon your trail
where lost can be found
and the desperate resound
sun showers have turned on
heat of the night warms up to the day
take no mind, birds, or what is sung
flawlessly,
all your flowers have sprung
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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