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Crescendo
by Maria Massarella
Lately
The more I invest on
Letting go
The more your magnetic
Invisible presence
Teases
Tantalizes me with crumbs
Not necessarily on cheek
The tickles of your bristle brush
Painting my spirit
Vibrant
In memory's hues
Echoes of a melody
A symphony on the rise
Denudes my spiritsoul
Mindseye reaping the inner truths
Of seeds once sown
Knowing
You would I resurrect
The muse
Glorious
Beaming all the radiance
(We)
Ever mirrored
and more
infinitely more
m*a
04/02/2018 Posted on 04/15/2018
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/21/18 at 01:28 AM I love this and youd talk about the some more more |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 04/25/18 at 03:28 AM I can't have that and I want it has become I can have that and I don't want it. Addiction solved. Y0ou are welcome. |
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