VOICES By Tissy Taylor

Fooling around…building on the word…voices

Voices

Like winds whistling
Nature’s song finding
A breeze to carry
Her home

With setting sun
Spilling light seeking
To rest on heels of
Breaking dawn

Swelling your moon
To fill this bloody
Sky with pieces of
Your joy

Want, I will breathe
Bringing me your sweet
Perfume and lonely
Heart done

Still, these voices
Carry me holding
My hands in a dream
I long

©️Tissy Taylor

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