Shall i sing my darkest fears?
the hollow tears,
oh so painfully regretting
ever falling from my eyes
The pain of your words,
sting penetratingly
and effect my every move
the blessed souls that i weep to
cry out to let go
Let go of souls wrapped in theory
Alas a lark may fly
a bird may sing
but i am here
and i am silent.
oops I am so sorry but I made a typo in my message. I meant to say, 'There is a world of beauty all around us, Melissa, and it is worthy of your song.' Not word lol. With love 'n' hugs, Barbara
Sing Melissa, but not to your fears. Sing along with the lark, and form your lyrics with happiness and glee. Take a leisurely walk as you sing, and enjoy the beauty of mother nature that is all around us. Stop and not only see the flowers, but smell their heavenly scent, because they are mother nature's perfume, and they are beautiful. Sing to the sun, Melissa of joyous warmth; sing of the flowers and their beauty and heavenly scent. Sing Melissa as you watch the children play, and hear their innocent laughter. There is a word of beauty all around us, Melissa, and it is worthy of your song. With love 'n' hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes Mel, but not too often, silence can really be golden...