My Voice Dances Across the PageA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormDoes my voice look at itself in the mirror and see eyes lost in a desert where butterflies welcome one drop of rain........Does my voice look at itself in the mirror and see eyes lost in a desert where butterflies welcome one drop of rain, or eyes that dance inside a cup full of yesterdays I cannot get back again? Are there words my voice hears that capture my heart like music and make me learn my own path to walk, existing inside of the joy I find on a blank page where my ink whispers to talk? Could my voice be beautiful as a picture painted inside a quiet heart reaching out to be heard time and time again as if it walks seeking peace inside of my every single word? My voice looks at itself in the mirror and sees that time is precious in these eyes daring to look back the same, it picks up my pen like a long lost friend who never forgets my name. My voice is not lost in a desert bound eternally to seek out the rain nor does it dance inside a cup full of yesterday. It sings across these blank pages whispering in the ink of my ways. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2012Last Updated on February 13, 2012 AuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
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