The summer birds sing their soft symphony.
It cradles my heart,
It rocks it with each note.
The breeze flows by,
like a lover's touch.
The sun shining ablaze,
Giving light,
That chases all the darkness away.
My heart is soaring in flight ,
Like the stars seeking at night.
My heart travels on lands,
My heart smiled and said,
"The birds' symphony, is
Soft and sweet,
Gentle and calm,
Soothing and beautiful.
These voices stop the fears that chase me.
They make me run faster than the wind.
They make me free.
As gentls as a beat of a butterfly,
As soft as a rose petal.
The summer birds sing,
Their voices like a creek lazily flowing by.
The forest at night, is silent.
But the forest by day is when the summer birds sing.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
ПоэзияSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
