Your voice, the voice from heaven of living poets, Dead Poets Society ...
You know what they are
knots in your throat? Tan
narrow canal is not da
chance to cast
word You know what is strangled in the
silence when you send out word poetry?
and ecstasy in the waves of your voice ... So
big voice is the voice
talk too you wear, that overshadows all possible
Voices voices spilling broken roads ... Far
which is yours belongs to your essence
airy voice that illuminates one poem feels
lying or blue or purple reborn
voice that catches and takes over
steals, with the most ruthless heart ...
loving heart
singing voice does not discriminate and stirred
minute crossing barriers
sea, mountains or outside cornered and wild
also
time voice (Wild and incredulous, but true)
Your Voice as all roses in white plumage
voice voice of light rain
spring that comes from within as whiteness White
same sweet and clear, as clear
heaven solemn and hard as the harsh winter
Voice of heart, soul and pen
own And I love the wind is born this
this wonder called
your corner and your torment
voice resonate like a bell for Sunday
or any time there is no space or end
missing voice is more accurate and successful effort possible
Yours raising voice to verse
Valentina Antonietta 2010
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