Wednesday Poetry. 8th

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I sing along with every poetry

written by the humble beauty

of the lands and seas,

and of nature’s sweetest breeze

I speak of my heart like the choir

of birds on the treetop,

wordless but passion wills not

to stop

I give it all to the quiet room

of the universe

With phantom voice I ceaselessly


This is where I can’t be far from

what is true

This is how I say “I love you”

-Yours truly


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