In these wee hours of night
I wonder is it a plight
to listen to the voice within
to dance on the tunes of music within?
Words were all I had
Now it’s all silence
cold and numb?
Or is it again exuding
its magnificence?
In these wee hours of night
I wonder is it a plight
to listen to the voice within
to dance on the tunes of music within?
Words were all I had
Now it’s all silence
cold and numb?
Or is it again exuding
its magnificence?
thats a clever little poem i enjoyed it from kevin in hampshire uk. keep up the writing.
thanks kevin 🙂 🙂 glad that you liked it!!!!!!!!!!