it
begins
with a whisper
the voice i hear a
susurration a
music to ear
neither butterfly sigh nor tremulous leaf
neither dreamwind nor
disfeathered birdsong
the voice heard
arises from within
rims the breath
romances
lyrics
to
li
p
s
*m.a
02/16/2009
Posted on 02/22/2009Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
Lovely.
The beauty of your wording forms half of a tulip and completes itself with a tulip (to lips) and sings as softly, also.
