His words the ocean, I’m his sailor
Bound to him like he’s my jailer
He is a wordsmith tailor
My heart became his crater

I am a flower growing
A majestic garden he is sowing
The wind that’s eternally flowing
Every breath that he’s been blowing

© Delia Ross. 2020

A higher love
His love is tailored to me

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4 thoughts on “Wordsmith

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  1. Ah, this is great Delia. I read it the other day and enjoyed it and it’s just popped up again and I enjoyed it even more second time around. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. That’s kind of you to say, thank you Tom. I actually struggled with this a bit, I felt the flow was off. It’s short but better read slowly. This one was definitely a bit tricky but I tried to get the message out clearly. Thanks for having a read (and commenting)!

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