Oh My Love
oh, my love,
what lull comfort
I find
shove clouds behind
catch a brief glimpse of
you above.
your face
etched layers.
I dream
of dawn yet,
lest forget
till earth and sky fret.
balmy rhythm reflecting
soul
breathes flaunting echo
7/12/2020
Edward Ibeh invented poem form, Yalto: Line 1 to 15: 3,-4-2,-4-5-3-2-3-2-3-3-5-6-1-5 syllables.
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