The man behind
'Heated by nuclear blast'
enslaved my tiny
mind
inside his
non-fictional Britain's softened youth.
Dying a glorious death,
oh! A line
formed in wisdom.
Pure truths
existing in his
treasured works.
Elegance!
Reflection of deep
realities!
Oh, his body
sits tight in the furniture yet his
engineering mind goes far.
YOU ARE READING
The Stars who Shine on Ink
PoetryThese are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.
