Strains of brass

‎~♥ Deep calls unto deep
my restless sighs,
echoing within a hidden
accent; drowning cries.

filling me with treasures gold
life poured out of death,
living in the nuance
of His sustaining breath.

lifting countenance; replacing
strains of brass,
eagerly expectant,
this to shall pass ♥~

By Erica Trybe 2011

Published January 26, 2012 Write a comment
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Ron Peat
a very erotic love poem. Well written. A poet friend..RH Peat
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robyn selters
has flowing nuance... enticing
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