He controls my mind with
hauntingly smooth talk like
honey soothes my throat. I
habitually feel
home, listening to the
heavenly words like a
hug wrapped around my brain.
~~~
A/N: This poetry form is called Pleiades.
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
