Nice poem by my dearly beloved Fria
Listening to the sound of silence, hush,
I hear the wind whisper your name.
The curtains sway to the windows they brush,
Your light surrounds me all the same.
Looking up to the vast cloudless skies,
Dazzling Luna dances under
Gems, precious stones glittering like fireflies.
A vision that evokes wonder.
Wandering barefoot on damp verdant grime,
I witness flora thrive and bloom.
Fauna bop a rhythm as old as time,
Sounds of their chirps, croaks, and roars boom.
Strolling on fine white sands of the pacific,
Sea waves they touch and kiss my feet.
Sirens plunge and float, no, they’re not mythic.
My daydreams, they are hard to beat.
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