as soft as the morning glow,
are words that come and go.
words that dance and play,
along with rhythms,
they flit and sway.
sonata, cantata, cadence
don't they wake
a sleeping good sense?
through whispers and
subtle strums, and stealth
what can't be seen
is heartily felt.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
as soft as the morning glow,
are words that come and go.
words that dance and play,
along with rhythms,
they flit and sway.
sonata, cantata, cadence
don't they wake
a sleeping good sense?
through whispers and
subtle strums, and stealth
what can't be seen
is heartily felt.
s.a.b.
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