It flows into my ears.
And takes me to a faraway land.
Maple trees and blue skies.
Dewdrops on lush green grass.
It fills the void.
It soothes the senses.
It ignites the flame.
Melodramatic and pondering in thoughts.
I gaze at the vast endless sky.
Your demeanor is a mystery.
Hide it. Or reveal it.
The voice belongs to me.
It is my essence.
And takes me to a faraway land.
Maple trees and blue skies.
Dewdrops on lush green grass.
It fills the void.
It soothes the senses.
It ignites the flame.
Melodramatic and pondering in thoughts.
I gaze at the vast endless sky.
Your demeanor is a mystery.
Hide it. Or reveal it.
The voice belongs to me.
It is my essence.
2 comments:
A poetess! This one is even better than the voice!
I see a beauty very often
specially when i feel low and find no one to listen
every time i look at u
women u make me luv u
every time when i hurt myself
luv, u encourage me to find your second self.
u may not find a poetic sense
because there´s no one to beat your excellence
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