A song beat in a
Thrush heap with the
Melting sunlight
In its opalescence
Shattered through the tree tops...
I walk along a shaded path
As though lost
In the sounds
Oblivious to the surrounding silence
As I am pulled
Into the continuous thrum
And movement of sound.
My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you...
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