Penteuch Unto Angelic Host, If There Be
Valentine
By Pearl ThomasPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Iambic Meter, Free Verse
Canst I feel your voice?
Common root leads me
To sense each presence.
What greater joy! Is
There to mankind. Teaches
Folded hands follows speeches.
What?! A secret place!
I’m allowed to talk....
It’s a new being; It’s a new life find!
You found me; You called!
Responses findeth
I am created, to
Follow your recourse.
No. Choices crossed paths.
What else do I hath?
New Home; Converting?
My oath, my vows, mouths!
Where do we go? Not
All known this age, Sir.
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