Crisp notes flow through the air,
Of course he is one that sings
No music I've heard can compare.
To the loveliness his song brings.
He is sharp and then he's flat
The voice of his equals power;
held his voice far too long to be forgotten as a gnat.
He masterfully puts on quite a show.
It behooves you to watch and stay.
For his voice is as the light of day.
But what if I was on that stage now.
Would you be surprised?
If I stood singing loudly, right before your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
A Ceiling Fan
PoetryMany things take place within a person's mind. Some good and some bad. Most times their inner thoughts run through their mind without being penned down or expressed. This book is a poetry book. It is filled with poems that express those inner though...
