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Marsal Soren Poem
A silent door awaits a stranger's knock,
My nose bleeds cold when I hear thunderstorms.
Red blood cells through veins make radio talk,
And my feet walk out of shivering dorms.
Her soft tongue voice revokes my disaster,
And my rib cage becomes a flower park.
She’s my sunflower that brings me laughter,
A smiling sun and company in dark.
Her figure fascinates my existence,
My eyes smile when I look at her picture.
Far winds carry her scent and close distance
Warms my skin and slim fingers write scripture.
She knows my home, a side of a river:
A memory of love, flowing silver.
Copyright © Marsal Soren | Year Posted 2025
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