Apr 2016
Who knew,
The girl who had
No voice
Would
One day
Teach the world to
Sing
?
To banish their
Bashful
And beam forth
In beauty,
To learn to
Simply
Just Sing
?
A time ago
Her soft
"Hello" was
Lost
Within
Translation
.
But now?
Oh, now!
With no care
To how,
That caterpillar
Has
Found
Her wings
.
The girl who had
No voice
Would
One day
Teach the world to
Sing
?
To banish their
Bashful
And beam forth
In beauty,
To learn to
Simply
Just Sing
?
A time ago
Her soft
"Hello" was
Lost
Within
Translation
.
But now?
Oh, now!
With no care
To how,
That caterpillar
Has
Found
Her wings
.
An unintentional commentary on my very first post to HP.
I love how poetry journals chronicle the chapters in our lives.
JustSing Photography is my baby - birthed several years before I had any idea of just how deeply connected we were.
Passions United.
I love how poetry journals chronicle the chapters in our lives.
JustSing Photography is my baby - birthed several years before I had any idea of just how deeply connected we were.
Passions United.
