I gaze into the blue horizon,
Searching for her — the one who sings from far.
Her voice troubles my heart,
A melody that echoes within.
I seek the source of her gentle ways,
But search not with telescope’s lens,
Nor microscope’s precise gaze.
Only with my naked mind.
She whispers from beyond,
A place I have yet to find.
Her call doesn’t come from stars or moon,
Yet her voice shakes the earth, not the ground beneath my heart.
Don’t bother, don’t listen,
For only a few can hear her sing.
Her soothing voice, her melodic verse,
Have already captured my heart’s every part.
When she visits, I’ll gaze at her face,
But she’ll flash like a ghost, and be gone.
Now she whispers a dare, a challenge true:
“Am I not as beautiful as you think?
Will you still propose?”
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
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Comments1
Mind's images are they really fantasy or something beyond? A great write
Maybe really fantasy, probably something beyond or the future sings!
Thanks for the visit sire! ❤️
You ar most welcome
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