Tasha Young Poems
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Voice Of An Angel
A singer with her music folder in her hands.
Dressed up in her uniform on the stands.
She opens her mouth to sing and the graceful angel begins to sing.
Hear her sing in perfect harmony.
The light streams down from the stage lights above.
A beautiful white and a brilliant yellow sways back and forth dancing and crossing each other's paths to a new song.
The sounds of the piano playing the beautiful chords of harmony and melody.
As the violin and chello joins she hears the sound of beautiful music notes flying everyewhere.
With her beautiful and graceful voice it...
You hear the sound of roaring thunder miles out on the water.
It's getting closer but done for the day.
A bright light streams across the sky it flashes as a rope strobe light.
As I look out and up from my patio of my beach house I try to watch but it just hurts my eyes.
After the light comes the sound a loud roaring rumble as a bowling ball hiting against bowling pins in a stirke.