Words are the music to the soul
The consonants and the vowels sound off the beat to the tempo
Syllables are the rythmn to the story as it climaxes to the crescendo
With every passing word and phrase
I dance to the sounds as the story richochets
YOU ARE READING
thoughts at 4 am
Poetrythose random thoughts that keep you up at night as you toss and turn, putting up your fight
