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The man with the banjo
told me to trust the song.
The woman with the rifle
told me to trust my resolve.
The child with the book
told me to trust the words.
The painting without eyes
told me to trust the art.
Now I must convince the
man in the mirror to trust
his heart...
...
...Falling for you felt as
natural as the leaves in autumn.
Sinking with speed, my toes quickly
melted into the sands of your heart’s ocean bottom.
Using both feet, I was able to plant love
where it had been long forgotten...
...waited a moment, then swam
to the surface in time
to watch it blossom.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Comments (4)
I love the two parts of this poem. Both parts stand on their own but pair together beautifully!
The first part of this poem was SO good - loved the ending, too.
Lovely!! 💕
Sweet piece🧡😉✌️🍂📝