She sings from dawn till dusk,
Careless whispers in rhythmic hush,
Rising in rages,
Subdued in the fall.
And when she crashes, the cymbals ring loud
And when she slows down, she still moves proud,
Her voice brings hope, laughter and fear,
No one understands it, but still, she is here.
She's seen it all, from the start to the end,
She knows secrets, carries them to bed
Holding magic, treasure, glory in her song
As it travels to us.
By us - always.
A song of calm, a song of peace.
One of sadness, one of grief.
But if you look at just the right angle, high up on the mountains, you can see her smile.
She smiles for her home, for hope.
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'Mesmeré' - Poetry of 2022 And 23
PoetryA mixture of the observations of one who lives between worlds.
