My Ecstasy
i
wonder often, nearly daily; ecstasy roams
inside formless,
solidified hearts, entering
like it knows every street.
my ecstasy.
~ to make reading and understanding this poem easier, i emphasised the first letter of each word; it spells out a hidden message.
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With love,
Luka.
