That voice, she heard it floating down
On feathers of rumbling skies
Sounds of ancient musical notes
Escorting long forgotten sighs
Whispers of bearded sages
Their wisdom riding isobars
Crescendos of whirling nebulae
Colliding to birth the stars
That voice it carried the tinkling
From pieces of her shattered soul
Its vibrating sounds embraced her
Beautiful brokenness, made it whole
MS
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