Post #5191

The Mysterious Voice Lying under the scintillating Moon, I heard dulcet tones from a distant, An ethereal voice of a soprano, Of what the stars being a testament. The susurrus of the zephyr, That conflated with the frequencies of the voice, Adorning the beauty of the melody, Leaving me with an ephemeral rejoice. I proceeded to follow the origin, Before it began to become evanescent, And I froze for a second to what was overwhelming, Being a victim of such an idyllic event. Soon when the aurora arrived, And the sunlight aurified the dark realm of the sky, It was me who was still wondering, To what was rather difficult to deny. Was it a beautiful dream? Or was it true? As I sat there wondering, Until the darkness further grew. #review#poetry#San