Spell Poem by Roushan Hasan

Spell



Spell

Each note of gentle kisses of cold air healing my gray torments.
easing me down from the edge, to high up the sky
Down to the swirling dark and light blends of the sensous music rendered my soul.
I am born again under the spell of a beautiful mind of captivating eyes.

Wednesday, February 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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