I See You

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To be in a place, so wondrously enchanted

In an instance, where my fairy tale wish gets granted.

 

The tune David hummed; like a spell

Was cast over those who could listen well:

Love transcended upon the hills;

No vacant notes, no cheap thrills…

 

Each chord escaping, from his lyre,

Would pierce through their souls, set on fire.

No more was a need for a talk of words:

Nothing ambiguous, nothing absurd.

 

Sweet winds of favour do have to arise.

So, turbulence of the waves holds no surprise.

I pay attention to your silence more than to your voice:

Your rhythm my focus, whilst blocking all noise.

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