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His Voice haunts my mind

Fills my Thoughts and the void

Spilling in Rhythmic Delirium that Entrances

Verbally dances

Means the world to me

Makes my day brighter

The heaviest moment, Lighter,

His Voice echoes

When the sound is gone

A mysterious complexity

That awakes with dawn,

Yet in a few days

It is not His Voice that Plays

But another


Sweet Enticement

And Incongruous Trespasser

As I listen to His Song.








Beautiful Original Artwork _by_tartlane at Deviant Art.