Your Voice
this wind blowing around cannot compare to the beautiful sound your voice, it sings to me like the flowers scent to a bee from high and low i search for a place the bird of my love may perch upon the steepest mountain i climb casting away all fear and time i have found, most amazingly this most beautiful autumn tree whose branches bend underneath my wings but oh the joy that sound brings the thougth of you is all i need your body is like a musical reed the need of you and lack of touch i already miss you much this feeling inside cannot compare i the honey, you the bear feasting upon my lonely soul as i await in this barren bowl the wind is still blowing, and i think of when again, my parched throat may drinkone of my only rhyming poems...i havent perfected the use of rhyme or meter...this was a school assignment..thought id post it for s&g (s**ts and giggles) Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 11:07 AM PST, Nichole 17 • 0 • 8
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"this wind blowing around..."