Listen And Ur Hear My Song Of Wat May Come Poem by Connie Chambers
Listen And Ur Hear My Song Of Wat May Come
if your quiet an use all ur senses ull here
somthing a beutilful as u say i am
If you stay with me than you will here it as a beating drum
one from a hidden place i shall try to find
i here a song of wat may come because it has
sung me this mant times befor
in a place i see in old dreams
they all try to listen to here wat i hear
only i can chosse who may listen to this song of
the past and the future
your future
This is very surreal Connie, and also romantic. I hear songs of love, and songs of pain, songs of solitude, and songs of cars, boats, and trains. These songs keep us going, because they mean something to us, and without them, we would just sit lonely and not give a care about...anything. Thank you for sharing a part of your heart and soul. Love & hugs, Barbara
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4/26/2024 1:30:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And I have listened too and found wonder in the drumbeat of your thought.