You walk across my soul
with tender steps
unaware of my terrain
you falter at my heart
where you carve your name
and leave a mark
that we both pretend
not to see
with tender steps
unaware of my terrain
you falter at my heart
where you carve your name
and leave a mark
that we both pretend
not to see
4 comments:
Eloquent. Perfection. Stabbing. Poignant. Moving.
Thanks Oriana.
Lovely poem that brings the imagery home and makes the experience personal to every reader.
Thanks very much Linda for stopping by and leaving a comment. :-)
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