your voice speaks volumes of memories gone by
who wouldn't like to hear your tunes and why
my voice is one of angels from far and wide
I don't wish to behind clouds hide
I have my own imagination on which I do rely
and I don't get to read others as a reply
those who have a voice of their own
never feel shy
and
in love of hope of being remembered never die
listen to my voice today
you may not get another chance anyway
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Loved
I hear you, and watch with interest as you walk among us.
This is a hard place to be sometimes, it can feel like a vast empty space of loneliness and then another time a place where hands are reaching out touching the mind.
We just have to find a balance where we are content and can accept the things that happen, this is life..
Your theme was good and the write good also, we still cannot change others no matter what the ether of WWW is as vast and lonely as we let it be.
Take care young Bard and enjoy the contact of others, as they walk with you, if only fleetingly, Yours Ian.T
you are Ian
just wonderful
what else can a bard do
but sing praises for you