Sometimes my love streams in the keys
Of music and emotions I really feel
Sometimes the melodies and music writes itself
In a language with words only some can understand.
Sometimes my fingers play the strings
In notes of unforgotten beginnings
Sometimes my lips hum through the flute
In a passion that flows mute.
Sometimes my eyes dance with the sky
In the presence of a spirit divine
Sometimes my hands sway with the beat
In celebration of just being.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
