Bocelli
His eyes cannot perceive the smiles and tears
On faces touched by artistry of voice,
Yet when he bares his soul in ardent song,
The rolling hills of Tuscany rejoice.
Exotic passion shatters static space,
To sing or not to sing was never aired.
Romantic, operatic or berceuse,
Bocelli's voice was gifted to be shared.
07/01/19
Sing it poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2020
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