Sonata
/A poem written in about two minutes about the fragility of life and the pricelessness of love.
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And in this silent hour
where now the day goes
to expire
my thoughts drift on
angel feathered wings
always towards you
your touch, my elixir
partake, I levitate
above the ground
into the sweet caress of
dreams, beneath the fragrant
frame of moonlight
and the essence of your
sweet alluring voice
a soothing
sonata
played.
By Wayne Russell
From: United States