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My Penta Foot

what i once left through iambic static phase 
i wrote no more than what a shadow breaks
to fly and stab by spear your inner mate
an walk a mile a two a dire an not be late
my foot by foot i reached thou root 
aloud i sang the poets penta foot
an hurried to write thou tasting fruit
to cuddle and read a probable suit 

I found my love the poets end above
an hug'd in dawn to never leave apart 
tho kissed the lips of my beloved heart 
tears fell down an cried for heaven's art 
an hug'd an hug'd to never loose a chart
a guide to many simple yet tough card
I then smiled for a new beginning start
an hug'd an hug'd forever being smart



10/14/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Grasso Avatar
October 22, 2016 at 2:15 PM
This so makes me want to write beautiful poetry. ...Fran
Trifiatis Avatar
October 14, 2016 at 5:22 AM
Delightfully and clever your expressions proudly parade before the readers' eyes dear, Talin!
Kalishian Avatar
October 14, 2016 at 8:11 AM
My Pleasure.. and thank you for these lovely words :)
Gupta Avatar
October 14, 2016 at 4:57 AM
your words luxurious and very smart// Enticing the reader to stay till last ...
Kalishian Avatar
October 14, 2016 at 8:12 AM
that's a blast :)) thankx Probir you never stop supporting me :))
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