A voice..
Simple enough to be spoken,
Soft enough to be heard,
Loud enough to be awoken,
Calm enough for her.
A song..
Quiet as one desires,
Blaring into one's soul,
Raging on like fires,
Slipping into a dark hole.
A sound..
Creeping up on us all,
Slowly moving upward,
Continuing on no matter how small,
Tip-toeing forward.
But my dears,
No voice.. Song.. Sound..
None will touch a human;
None like a hug.
Just..
A hug..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it! short but sweet! :)