She Stops To Take Five Minutes
As she sighs along to the quiet,
she hears a pleasant whisper.
It is her own enchanted voice.
For she has some time to think.
She hears a pleasant whisper,
As she let's the wave of still surround her,
for she has some time to think.
And soaked in flooded moments,
as she let's the wave of still surround her,
it is her own enchanted voice.
And soaked in flooded moments,
as she sighs along to the quiet.
Copyright © Emma Buckeridge | Year Posted 2011
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