Life called my heart
to somewhere I love, singing
the song I believe.
Rhythm was all mine,
swaying slow with the time, how
thankful can I be.
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Life called my heart
to somewhere I love, singing
the song I believe.
Rhythm was all mine,
swaying slow with the time, how
thankful can I be.
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That one night, many
voices came as one and sung
me the birthday song.
Surrounded by all
whom I love and who loves me,
I felt really blessed.
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Listened to this and got reminded of some memories.
Back to sharing my #16 poem.
Words are so beautiful,
and yet can be so sinful.
It depends on how the people use them,
and the purposes what they meant.
Is either they bring rainbow,
or there they bring sorrow.
Words that are once spoken,
would those become motion?
Words might be forgotten,
which led to promises being broken.
Yet, saying words are like singing a song,
where you hum along.
But once it is sung,
or even if it is a slip of the tongue,
there is no turning back,
where time cannot backtrack.
Words, how powerful it is,
there an impact leaves.
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Listen to the song,
where together we sing along.
The melody we sing,
much joy we bring.
That tune we hum,
the rhythm we sum.
Never forget the lyrics for a start,
these are words etched in our heart.
Sing me that beautiful song,
the song where our heart belongs.
The rhythm in our heart,
the song, that piece of art.
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