Voice
from far away.
Calling
out across the room,
Soft
bluebells of colour flow.
Who
is this tempting voice,
Wafting,
sailing blowing grace.
Simple
melody to raise a note,
All
the rafters and floorboards creak.
As
this movement of feet,
Sway
a mood, sentimental hearts.
As
if she fell into meadows,
Of
buzzing bees, summer days.
The
special lilt enlivens me,
A
brighter hopeful day to live.
Up
into the crackling air,
I've
soared away in dreams.
She
sold me into peaceful days,
Where
nothing is as it seems.
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