By Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2010
There is no place, I'd rather see
Within the words, one longs to be
To hear a song, that's yet to be
The heart is singing, its melody
To know the words, to sing the tune
One hears a voice, within its room
The song as sung, words blend as one
To know its tune, each note as sung
The flow of words, so effortlessly
Notes that blend as if, meant to be
Two as one, within the song
Each note as heard, one hums along
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