The Voice

I read
I listen
I hear

Voices flat and unrelieved
Speaking their reality
In intellectual platitudes
That cover their mysterious moods

Flat, a life without emotion
Never knowing love, devotion
Or the passions’ fire burning
Long denied, the inner yearning

That, when spoken, always brings
A living breeze, remembering
The freedom that was there in youth
When feelings flowed with inner truth

And all was known within the moment
By the stream of feelings’ movement
Hear the voice of childlike glee
That lives within both you and me

? Michaelette ?

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