My road was narrow and it was long
I only sang a single song
The tune was easy and safe for me
It gave me comfort and security
Now my voice is soft and weak
I murmur whistfully and meek
Sing me a sea voyage in slate and hurling seas.
Sing me mountain passes with snow up to my knees
Sing me a tiger with burning sudden eyes
Sing me a red wind from torn southern skies.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: May 9th, 2017 02:22
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Comments2
Great write! Put my imagination to work.
Thanks Dawn. Your feedback is much appreciated.
Image rich beautiful .
Thanks. A change of pace from the personal for me.
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