When fear withholds her venturesome
she's felt his poems.. freeing
unlaced lines
made-up of nerve, and spine
Kindred souls, through silver ages
echoes.. in a 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔-𝒢𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 leaf
upon his words
she's gingerly learned to depend
and he knows.. she'd go through it again