A Poem A Day #6

My Gentle Lace

Fall into my arms,
Oh loving lay.
How often do I hear that sound?
What could be there
If I ever go?
Say you will not fall behind.
Encircle rich hearts
And pastry shops.
Some cinnamon for a spiceless being.
Call over bread and butter too.
Tell them what you must.
Make a rope, and swing.
Calm, my gentle lace.
See, forever do the doves soar.

By Catherine Joy

sorry for the late posting. It’s Sunday. Sundays are different 🙂

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