Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Tonic-Touch
When I gaze
In an uneasy anticipation,
At your face from the terrace
All that I see
Is a pair of wide open eyes
Following me against
The blue background of the sky.
In a moment’s time
Your eyes gain
A benign dimension
And encompass me
With an ease,
And lift my agony
As if it were a quill.
Your words,
As sweet as you are,
Embalm my bruised frame
And fiery spirit in no time.
Your tonic-touch
Served with the compassion
Of a lovely angle
Holds my injured being
With the intimacy
Of a divine fragrance
That clings to the flowers of the valley.
poem
by
Arkay Drk
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black