Poetry, arrows strike at desires, say stand, felt within, declares out a word, heard is to me a voice, land view, statement free emotions, sighted in written lines; by my wand pen: and bow.
Love, activating this need, it to calm, sent wind breeze, low, by intentions, aim slow at this target, pulling a string, stretching it back, direction goes up that flow, release; hitting: its hum.
Archer, held view its picture, with a direct lined of sight, which defeats evil, capture an angel's bad, save love things; comforts my heart: its rapture.
My weapon, in total readiness, beside me, aimed trap, assuring the eye, it observes this fact, mark strike, line straight release, slap at a target; stop bad intent: its cap.
Truth summoned by a call, surges, should be heard, fall view in a dream, to conquer this wall, spoke a word, touched by none, therein; slicing sound: fulfills arrow ring.
Poetry, assisting efforts, comfort as a blanket, it's a fort to cover, around me, relaxes, shield put time, there I, when my site isn't precisely lined, to abort; know that's amiss: I'll cry.
Poetry, chalk thought out, began I to talk, launched an arrow, directs a hit, ideal to tingle, awaited time for clear shot; sometime take a walk: doubting this consideration.
Her love near strikes, convey a right, shred it the worst of things, touching my fear, senses feelings, pull back my tear; echoing that sing: of a yearning heart.
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Author Notes
Two pals be joined as one. Life fact dilemmas, told it is someone else. Good, with the bad and ugly; it's behind a trust: of friends.
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