Blossoming

Man with Whiskey

In this my hour of need
A timid heart forsaken
Met with your sweet touch
And all my wild imaginings
Cannot define the moment
When all the shattered pieces
Gather ‘round your door
For such a healing balm
To recreate from deep within
A blossoming so tender
To greet the gentle rousing
Of the fervor that you bring

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on August 13, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Beautiful

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