Sowing Seeds - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Your voice happens to be my favorite sound throughout the day.
By-passing the sounds of the cars.
The sounds of other voices.
The sounds of the forklift I occupy for hours on in.
A sweet melody, the sound of your voice.
How it caresses my ears.
Surrounding my heart.
This sensation gives such a rush.
A deilcious desire.
Dissipating into the bliss of a single thought.
A silent whisper. Trapped between my ears.
Traveling my brain.
slow, but fast.
The thought of you, overcoming every other occupant.
The leaves now sprouting from the seed planted by you
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