Poem -
her music
the morning fingers on black to white
in movements to her soul in play
as a whispering of angels to the ear
.... let go and come near
for this time is God time
in the calmness
in this purpose
into the lightÂ
the beauty strivesÂ
to the heartÂ
the trickling of beatsÂ
as emotions climaxes to the passionÂ
to her soul again repeats in playÂ
she prays......
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as a whispering of angels to the air
she worshipers and sings
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Comments
Hi Lorris! cool write!..............................................................................Jim
thank you Jim
Hi Lorris, still writing some very provoking words...love thisÂ
lorna x
Thank you Lorna it been a long time still trying here