Mercy
I am at your mercySensitive to each subtle change in the timbre of your voice.
Each gentle inflection
Can raise me
Or daze me
Or put paid to my day
A smile can make a week worthwhile
A nod a word , your hand on my shoulder.
And if by chance, you shoot me a wink
I`d probably pass out I think...
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2017-04-17 at 01:48
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