in Poetry 45 Words

when the poetry begins

my quill spells my soul
my soul opens like a book
words embossed in ink
they unfurl the suspense of
inquisitive, famished hearts…

teasing a thousand
sensations that beg fulfillment
a divine finesse..
when the poetry begins
art glorifies the yearning…

 

 

 

#tanka

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