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Donelle Campbell Poem
Aplace full of wonder
A melody for every mile
A meaningful muse for every mountain top
A once apon atime for every note
The smell of harmony is so sweet
And the breathe of cool fresh air that flows down into the lungs like a sensational feeling that never ends
The buildings are like tall sheets of music that hold the untold stories for both the good and the bad.
The seas are like never ending vibrant symphonies that lock on to the stars and unites to create the perfect timeless tune of peace.
The gradens a place of tangy tunes. That never cease to amaze the taste buds of those who indulge in the flavour of endless summer sounds.
The day time a time of working and living with a song in ones mind and heart.
The night although is a time where the whimsical melody of one's dreams become a reality and every step taken is single note closer to the finale. The greatest hit of all. One's vocal victory!
But then to one's songfull sorrow, a dream it was but a place of harmony it will always be.
"A place, What a place!
A wonderful but sound place,
Every note is an untold story,
A melody for every high and low,
A place, What a place.
Copyright © Donelle Campbell | Year Posted 2024
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Donelle Campbell Poem
What I see is what I know
And
What I know is what is seen
A blur a blob
A figure here and there
And an all-time show of purely blank pages that are filled with the ink that comes from...
The times where I touched the soft whispy wind and felt the burning sun that shone above in the skyline like a ruler to her subjects.
The times where the rain droplets had fallen onto my face like a cold sensational feeling.
The times where I could never had visualised another's face but felt their emotion in different ways like when
In pain a feeling of awareness arises to say it's time to give comfort.
When there a joyous occasion laughs will be shared.
When angry all it will take is for me to place their hand in mine to show that no matter what, I'll be there.
I don't see colour but I hear the sounds of the vibrant shades of blue in the skyline
I feel the warm yellow and burning orange sunrays that dance apon my skin
I smell the roses that hold the scent of a thousand shades of red
I taste of the fruit that lays in the gardens, oh how sweetly the plump purple wine grapes taste like the colour of the sunset when the queen lies to rest.
What I see is what i know and what I know is what I've seen
Maybe not in person but in my mind and it's absolutely beautiful.
Copyright © Donelle Campbell | Year Posted 2024
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