Inga's Voice
The scents I hold intangible
yet haunt me still, they do
and noises are uncageable
I remember but a few
But feelings, thoughts and elements
I've found with great delight
are caught between my sentences
and this without a fight!
So baubles, bubbles and the like
are light upon my page
and float they do upon my lips
on days I'm filled with rage
They calm my inner spirit
and sweeten up my tongue
and remind me of the laughing hearts
we had when we were young
So capture up your own my friend
the memories of your choice
The words flow easy out your pen
Immortalize your voice...
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