Oriane Lima
Hold on
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2016
- Messages
- 278
- Reaction score
- 220
Thanks to Michael who worked out the rhythm.
A moment of reflection
I'm not a poet,
I was not born a poet
Also, I've never been a musician
However, here at the seashore
Under that orange glow sunset
What I am?
I am The sky
The reddish clouds
The sea
The soft summer breeze
That touches my face,
I am the soft grass...
And the fine sand under my feet
I am the small critters, and...
The blowing wind
The seagulls
The waves
The continuos ripples
Bathing my feet.
Meanwhile,
With the sun setting
In my ears, this song...
This syncopated rhythm
That final flute
What does it mean?I need to write this song.
But I digress
A moment of reflection
I'm not a poet,
I was not born a poet
Also, I've never been a musician
However, here at the seashore
Under that orange glow sunset
What I am?
I am The sky
The reddish clouds
The sea
The soft summer breeze
That touches my face,
I am the soft grass...
And the fine sand under my feet
I am the small critters, and...
The blowing wind
The seagulls
The waves
The continuos ripples
Bathing my feet.
Meanwhile,
With the sun setting
In my ears, this song...
This syncopated rhythm
That final flute
What does it mean?I need to write this song.
But I digress