Voice

Is it poetry when there is no rythm? Is it only when words create a perfect picture? Whatever it is its not only one particular reason cause without a doubt what I deliver always pictures a rythm and a beat a melody a serenade of sweet whispering. Divine, the words ripple from my mouth as I speak slowly pushing air out through the lungs I breathe, my breath is short from singing symphonies, notes they float around ur head raising from the ground. You connect, in that one instant you feel how powerful music is to your ears so bow down, be quiet, I'm singing here.


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