Her Voice is My Voice

 

I am the soul

of the wildflower

dancing beneath

the autumn sun

I am the voice

of the wind

and the lean of the tree

I am the song, unsung

the melody of the rising sun

the verse of gentle rain

silently falling

like tears on rooftops

I am the rising chorus

of a thousand stars

across the darkened

canvas of night.

I am the voice

of a woman, strong

and her voice,

is my voice –

longing to be heard.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

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