Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


Your Voice


Your Voice is like a song,
A different melody,
It's bold, it's deep, it's strong,
That's how it talks to me!
With waves of harmony,
With highlights you can see,
That come and go and then,
Start all over again.

I love you and your voice,
The blue, the green, the breeze,
The ever changing tone,
The voice that I can see,
The voice that is the Sea.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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  • Lyn Paul (7/13/2013 5:05:00 AM)

    I too love the ocean as I love these words it gives me strength and as you say the waves of harmony guide me with each step. thank You (Report) Reply

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