The VoiceA Poem by E.J. WalingVibrations,
excitation moving through. Soaring high. Fanning over all. Over all to hear, to feel. Sad. Happy. Emotions. Ripples in the air. Meaning, interpreted meaning as the voice continues. Wafting over rivers, sailing over mountains. Screaming I am here! Circling reality spinning through it all. Fading. Soon fading. Meaning lost. Lost forever. Lost to the void, as if never here at all. © 2020 E.J. Waling |
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Added on January 29, 2020 Last Updated on January 29, 2020 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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