Vulnerable He SleepsA Poem by Chris Shaw(a bit of brevity which I hope says alot)
my left hand
spiders his heart its palm a warm coverlet of protection gypsy read lines content to rest pledged to the beat of silent music my soul's food sieving night time darkness I am caught in these moments a fly free to fly on my own volition finding a home under the kiss of moonlight © 2022 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on May 22, 2022 Last Updated on May 22, 2022 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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