It was the sound that swayed her
That gave that skip in her step
It was the sound that gave her smile
The one that made people wonder
It was the sound that gave her music
For without it the silence would make it something else
It was the sound that moved her
Dancing 'neath the mid day sun
It was the sound that gave her wings
The kind that let her fly with angels
It was the sound that made tears fall
The ones that brought about springtime blooms
It was the sound that gave her love
The kind that breathes life to her soul
It was the sound that healed her wounds
Only leaving behind scars, if only to remember
It was the sound that created all that embodies
Her............
~Blue
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Mostly what you'll find here is a conglomeration of my writes. While I don't consider myself a poet, I do consider myself somewhat an artistic painter of words....there's a difference. Poets are God-like - I just throw words around like a child with finger paint. Sometimes it's really great, and other times only my friends like it! I write because I have to, I share because I'm encouraged to, and I hope that in the end it is a reflection of everything good in me.
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