I read the letter
how the lines cry of secret
tear my heart on my corpse
and yet, still jubilant letter
the desire that has been lost
and you are spirited, snow white
who unwrap small letters often
anyone who loves feared secret
covering the period covered cliff
my soul was perhaps anxious
and was close to the final destruction
so the dream that has been lost
now I know pale rosy face
pure soul do not be afraid
when the heart songs of love
saved my disbelief.sinful soul
An insightful creation well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Dan.
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now I know pale rosy face pure soul do not be afraid when the heart songs of love saved my disbelief.sinful soul Fine reflections my dear poet. congrats for becoming POD. tony