"Echoes’"
by A.T.Hirsch
Her spirit haunts mine heart, mine soul, as I look upon emptiness…
So consuming, each second embroils the thoughts of my mind as I smell the fragrance of her whole being yond pillow grasp I…
Ere saturated vibrations, her élan vital…
Ere whispered touched through astral realms sets my heart pounding…
O’ glorious compulsion, never release mine soul from this perfect love…
Poetry
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Your wording so perfectly fitted, I love all the poem especially “Ere whispered touched through astral realms” Wow!