Poetry, The Flowing Outreach Of Her Rhyme

Her strong voice unbridled, now quietness
express, silence more bountiful than time;
upon her lips my hopes will surely rest
to taste the flowing outreach of her rhyme.
Words and visions in my deep dreams remake
were these worlds not created by us both,
enormity of beauty our minds did shape
a beacon for the lonely and the lost.
Written by CaptainCur
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