PB Shelley

Form: Acrostic

Poetic words that echo over time
Bring solace to a poet of the modern age

Softly spoken in your whispered caress
Hold me now my dear master of words
Ease my mind with your sweet philosophy
Let me lie still in that moment
Let me believe one last time those kisses mattered; then
Ease me gently to that place where they don’t and
Your poetry comforts my heart.

©JG Farmer 2019

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