The Magic of Song
She stood motionless in ragged habiliments,
her raven filaments were cruddy and matted,
she was charismatic, but not alluring,
she was inconsiderable ,quite scanty,
her humble abode was to us, just a hovel,
then uninfluenced she started to sing,
sounds from that little girl were magical,
her voice sent unbelievable transmissions to my brain,
illusional visions that appeared in my head,
serenity, the pleasure, so overwhelming,
Images circulating through my spiritual structure,
sounds from that child was mind bending,
I was held motionless by her vocal illusion,
no one surely could turn what we were seeing,
Devastation into the most pleasurable place on earth,
This had to be magic, but undeniably the best magic..
11/16/2016.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2016
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