Poem: Voice

By: April Mae M. Berza

praisesong

Verses of paeans twined around my neck
as the arrow of Eros knocked
profound emotions, passion out of the depths,
beyond bounds of men.

Of all the most bewitching chants and spells,
her song is an ethereal flame,
more than the sweetest lays of Philomel
wonderful to behold!

Essence of new being in siren’s song
as the azure cloth of the skies
unveils the rich tapestries of time
the grandeur of heart.

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