'These voices'
By Channa
Sometimes I can hear them loud and clear other times, they're just a muffle in my ear but regardless of what they say these voices are here to stay They remind me of the innocence of a childhood faint fragrance the memory of a laughter tears shed from bruised knees at times they're a faint blur still very close to me. I can hear the clear giggle of a small girl and her long curls under a pale straw bonnet that she wore until sunset fishing for toads and frogs for companion, a little dog caterpillars weaving round a leaf waiting to die to be set free lady bugs running up and down. In a surprise she twirls around to see a salimander frown the beauty, the sound of wonder recorded in these voices forever enclosed deep in my mind it is where I often find the solace I seek today when my world is in a array I can hear these small voices I then make a personal choice Staring at a star across the lake this is the decision I make I will keep them for posterity sake. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 06:09 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Sometimes I can hear them loud and clear..."