Isaura Poem by Robert Leary

Isaura



Like the petals of a flower
Your smile rifts the air
Meddles abundant in the pollen
That is the breath that lifts despair…
To a heart your hand held
Has reached the cords
That to the harp’s fingers fold
Delicately in my reach
Through your eyes to mine beseech
To lift your pain and fill the
Vacuous shadow that is my heart

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Samantha Turner 01 January 2012

I love this poem. Great job =^.^=.

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Robert Leary

Robert Leary

New London, Connecticut
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