She's the song I'd heard
All those years back on the radio in a car,
The tune slipped through my memory,
But the lyrics stuck in my head.She's the song of the birds,
During the times of a storm.
Listening to the sounds of the cries,
It always brought tears to my heart.She's the song of the wind,
Making the trees dance in the rain.
During the times of a crisis,
She somehow managed to bring joy,
To the hearts that had broken.She's the song to my soul,
Making it stir inside me,
So that I lived on and on,
Loving her as she loved me.[This is a poem I wrote in POV of one of my male protagonists'.]
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poésie[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...