When hearing her voice
Sweet lyrical tunes echoing Satisfied by the choice
Gained through wooing
Music to my soul
What I hear is quite true
Yet might be a sole
start to wait for the upcoming cue
Echoing soft like pealing bells
On a sunday session
Atmosphere pervaded as wells
Giving heights of passion
Was so absorbed to her song
All the perception and laughter sing along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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