If my soul could compose music,
It would sound like
Symphony roused by entrancing drumming hearts,
Memory chanted by each beat echoing wildly,
The errant path of soundlessly pulsing borrowed time we call life,
Innocent ceremony engulfing us in the melody of blossoming rose,
A virtuous hymn of devotion and gentle, indefinite belonging
And I would give its last notes to you.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
