The mask of true voices—
Carrying highs and lows.
The melody and harmony
Like a carousel—round they go.
Up and a down and a one, two, and three.
Then they stop—
Here’s the bridge.
A break in tune and note and flow.
Then back up the ladder,
And hiding in ditches,
The notes pick up flow
And bring heart-warming wishes.
A rhyme and a scheme and a one, two, and three.
Riding again,
Hand-in-hand,
Melody and harmony.
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4 comments:
Excellent use of imagery...
You paint a beautiful picture...
Thanks! I don't like line 12 very much but I can't think of anything better, haha >.<
That is really beautiful. Thank you for sharing. :)
Thanks and welcome :)
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