Rhapsody Poem by Edwina Reizer

Rhapsody



There seems to be a rhapsody
that drifts into my ear.
I listen quietly to all its sounds
and my eyes let fall a tear.

For the beauty within the sounds I hear
on earth cannot be found.
It must be from another place,
one with hallowed ground.

There's always this one thought I have.
'Will these sounds forever stay with me? '
I don't have an answer for this thought.
But I still can hear the Rhapsody

Monday, June 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Beauty
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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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