Small and meek Slow to speak Fierce the essence With a powerful presence A lingering touch An alarming clutch A vast indwelling A forced upwelling Rending the shroud Of the calloused and proud None sane can defend All hearts beg an end A tear from the eye of one precious.
07/26/2010
Posted on 07/27/2010Copyright © 2024 John Smith
i really do love this.
An evocative piece well done, John. Thanks for sharing and congrats on POTD!
