A vine
A wanting, loving vine
is buried deep inside
The way the vine curls
Depends on the day
Sometimes towards the bright disk of eternity
Other times to the enchanting dusk
Once a day
I let it free
The vine wraps a soothing embrace
Around my soul
As my cords vibrate
Forming a sweet vibrato
A solemn alto
A clear soprano
Acapella
To nothing but my own head
Experimenting
Finding my sound
The vine finding its crutch
Trying to climb its way
To the top
But still unrecognized
And hidden
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
A vine
A wanting, loving vine
is buried deep inside
The way the vine curls
Depends on the day
Sometimes towards the bright disk of eternity
Other times to the enchanting dusk
Once a day
I let it free
The vine wraps a soothing embrace
Around my soul
As my cords vibrate
Forming a sweet vibrato
A solemn alto
A clear soprano
Acapella
To nothing but my own head
Experimenting
Finding my sound
The vine finding its crutch
Trying to climb its way
To the top
But still unrecognized
And hidden
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