Songs on the Radio

Whenever I want to say hello,

I play a song on the radio,

I choose the lyrics, the beat,

the rhythm plays a sweet harp,

I stand alone in the corner of the room,

dance a little bit on my own,

play a set of flute with my fingertips,

and only imagine, this is where it all began,

listening to that ballad that cried,

left me weeping against the cool wall

of a sheltered past, bricked over by time.


I wonder if we might ever realize the impact

that moment had on our lives, might have

struck a chord in any one of our dearest memory,

notions beyond the realm of our day.

Please I would love you to share words, suggestions ...

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