Murmured (Acrostic)

Murmured



Mists soften reality's glare;

Under the shelter of it's canopy,

rest your weary heart.

Meet me in a peaceful dream.

Undo the tethers so tautly bound.

Release your tensions to the sky.

Eternity waits... Come, my love.

Destiny has arrived at last.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

an Acrostic poem

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