Just had to share this beautiful poem.
the song of night
like my own pulse
turns the world
to a quiet beat
my fingers tremble
my eyes flutter
as dreams awaken
and my voice sings
like an old ghost
forgotten now
and roaming still
in the great house
i utter words
that no one hears
yet make me live
breathing the whole
the earthβs movement
mirrors my own
comforting me
in an embrace
Thank you for sharing Deb… these beautiful words…..xx
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Im so glad you loved it too, Ivor
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece.
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My absolute pleasure Marc..its a stunnung poem.
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It really is.
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what an incredible poem! Thanks for sharing it here! xoxo
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So glad you liked it too Carol Anne ππ
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