Love To Hear
As much, I do like to read, beautiful poetry
Even more so, to hear it read to me
That voice with sweet nectar
With excitement, thrill, and adventure
With closed eyes, and relaxed posture
Feeling like a cactus in dry desert, receiving
As if an endless shower of rain, with the light
Of a wood stove, the sound of the wind blow
Breeze filled poetry, came alive all over me
So on continued that sweet voice, listening I'm grinning
Yet make I not a noise, oh the sound of a
Rhyme scheme, the words dance around me
Like it's a melody, and when it's all over, like
A child's bed time story, I say start over
I love to hear...
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