A splendid tremor
of that you’ve felt
is better than sight;
my icy heart melts.
Beyond sight serves
you well so breathe.
All of the wretched
twists in me leave.
Don’t believe lies
of eyes rise above
judgement trivial
things heal in love.
Your eyes can be a
tool that overtakes;
what for me do feel
empathy fascinates.
I do not just see it I
absorb it an instant
when your words hit
ears and don’t relent.
I’m not some nothing
when you hit me real
a crescendo it made
your voice serve heal.
Interesting poem, Jared.
Deep as always.
Have a great Sunday! 🙂
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Thanks Katherine.
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I love how you ended this one! Nicely done, as always.
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Thank you Kristian. 😊😊
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