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by Maria Massarella


The more I invest on
Letting go
The more your magnetic
Invisible presence
Tantalizes me with crumbs
Not necessarily on cheek
The tickles of your bristle brush
Painting my spirit
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
You would I resurrect
The muse
Beaming all the radiance
Ever mirrored

and more
infinitely more



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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