I heard a voice.
Sweet and nice!
Heard it throughout the day
listened it throughout the night.
I could see
some stars in my eyes.
Couldn't sleep the
whole night.
The voice made me happy.
Caught some sort of oneirataxia.
Felt like hero, she my Nagasaki.(heroshima Nagasaki)
It touched my soul
and the touch was Maidas.
Created mizpah
And created some writers.
One day vagary happened.
The voice faded.
I was sad,
But could still hear a voice.
When it is all 'Voiceless"!
- Author: Shoe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2022 08:25
- Category: Sad
- Views: 17
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