Love’s Delight

The pen became my instrument

 the words became my notes

 

The stanzas burn like songs on fire

 new voices scream with hope

 

The ink runs free and heavy

 the score in black and white

 

The music coursing through my soul

 —to christen love’s delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

 

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