The Beautyfull voice

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    The Beautyfull voice

    The beauty of you voice runs threw my soul.
    Like a calm river going the mountain slope.
    When i hear your voice my eyes light up.
    My heart get warm even without you touch
    Just the sound of you voice sends shivers down my spin.
    How i love to hear that voice that isn't mine!
    Its the voice of and angel shining down on me.
    The voice that i love that has found me!

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    dazedkid’s Poems (4)

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