I have heard
And heard voices
Most sounded like
Rushing water on pebbles
Thundering storm
Whirlwind struggling with trees
Rumbling waves of the sea
Thor striking his anvil
But none sounds like yours;
So distinct, so clear, so audible
So soothing and so bright
As polished gold
And oh,
Think not this as flattery
But as reality
Revealed in poetry.
© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2017
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