The Sound of Poetry
He beamed and glides
across the board. His words
subtly form in heroic couplets.
He spoke to a whisperer
of love. And, she promised him
…he’ll not be torn apart.
The sound of poetry
serenading the stillness of night, where he
silently, reads the lips of the wind
Rustling him, with
sweet symphony, of her soul
…for his crimson heart, like mine!
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