There is a rhythm that my soul moves toIt resonates in the clouds and tickles my feet
The notes shatter my glass, sticks to my mind like glue
Flows through my veins and alters my heartbeat
But the words in the air keep my life on track
From the jungles to the city are these echoes of black
There are hues that decorate the canvas of my sky
It rains a spectrum of colors that saturate my dreams
The colors transform the shade of my ideas like dye
Springing up in the warmth of a soothing sun beam
But the rhymes fill me and keep my life intact
From the deserts to the city are these echoes of black
There are seasonings that make my buds dance
It excites my nostrils to smell them in the air
The tastes give my appetite wings puts my mind in a trance
Saturates my flesh with fulfillment beyond compare
But the scent in the atmosphere keep my life from being at lack
From the oasis to the city are these echoes of black
1 comment:
Also a poem relatively easy to understand.
Can feel the special feelings contained in it, and the special impacts of the “echoes of black”.
And as always amazed by the perfect rhymes in each two lines.
Reads like beautiful music flowing from far to near in the wind, sending one into fragrant fields by clear rivers under a sunny day...what a yarning state!
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