There is music left it in me.
It flows in my veins
It ebbs in my mind.
But it no longer reaches your ears
For I have claimed it as mine.
It is mine.
I choose the verse to sing
I choose the notes to play.
You no longer hear it
For it's not yours to to take.
I never stopped singing.
YOU ARE READING
An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22
