Streisand
Sense voice profound as Barbra sings,
Touch a deep soul that grips your heart;
Rich echoes ground as music flings,
Etch a sure whole where passion arts;
Indulge fond strains in song and dance,
Sing "Funny Girl" in sad refrains;
Answer complain in flick of chance,
Notes that now swirl grand octaves plain;
Depth of pure voice soothe pristine highs,
Songstress of dreams with sparkling eyes;
In classic poise spread poignant sighs,
Now speak fond themes in endless skies;
Glimpse "Happy Days" now here again,
Sense knows "The Way We Were" in vain.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
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