Adrenaline
She knows my name though
we’ve never met
sprite or phantom or angel
whispering in my ear
saying things only I should know
desert spring or april snow
We’ve walked this path before
but it was centuries ago
strange how some things
never change
When I need her most
she’s far beyond my realm of thought
traveling by the speed of light
most likely saving someone else
leaving me breathing heavily
and spellbound
november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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This is beautiful. I myself started a blog where I post poetries. Would love for you to visit 🌹
https://blogunseen.com/
thanks I’ll check it out
Very nice!
Thank you, Wanda.
You’re welcome
Oh, I love this. It feels like centuries of yearning. Wonderful!
So glad you think so, thank you!
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Thank you very much for sharing my poem on your SoSS #21!