Flame On Ice - Poem by Louis Borgo
To reassure kindle the spiritual,
Open eyes to open shelter,
Look you square in the eyes no words spoke,
Hold the ring phone off or let it vibrate can you heard me on the other side,
Is tonight the night breath full of air I I I can’t say,
If the moon look more angelica, Sight full or Fresh for whatever reason,
First Word First Sound set a mood like Gertrude to Hamlet could words bring,
One to their knees,
Perhaps being insight full let more than a detail message then any ring of a tone,
May I paint the picture?
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