From time to time, I'll share a poem with you chosen from your submissions.
Send me your original poem.
Current selection:
No more wondrous love have I
He clears the heavens in breadth and scope
In ardent hushes lying still
He captures my most ardent hope
That mystical of treasures won
By scaling my true heart's desire
And sets my weary soul afloat
On blissful wings that never tire.
Marie N. Mitchell
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