I used to listen to a beautiful voice...

She was singing

She was singing in a voice
as beautiful as longing,
sometimes even hoarsely.
She was singing about the birth,
and love, and saying goodbye.
She was singing about
distant towns, birds flying away,
and light nests.
She was singing endlessly,
and her world was more beautiful.
Finally, I saw her face.
How sad,
my loneliness was.

Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-09 at 21:02

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A beautiful work. Perhaps about something seemingly wonderful, but eventually turns out to be something you didnt expect? When I read this, I think of the Sirens.

Songs like that never end but keep our spirits bright. : )

~Aaron Rowe