Sight and sound intertwine,
a symphony of perception divine,
a world alive, vibrant and bright
colours and shapes, a stunning sight.
The rustle of leaves, a gentle breeze
The chirp of birds, a song to please
whispers, laughter, and cries;
echoes bouncing off the skies.
The world we see is just a part
of the sensory feast that we impart.
Sounds and sights do blend and merge;
a sensory cocktail, an endless surge…
The beat of our hearts, a rhythmic drum,
a melody of life that our senses hum.
Each breath we take, a note to play,
a chorus of living day by day.
The rustling leaves, a symphony
of sound and sight, a harmony;
The world is alive, a wondrous place,
a sensory experience, a thrilling race.
The colors dance and the sounds sing
a joyous union, a lively fling…
The world we see and the world we hear
a kaleidoscope of emotions to share.
The rustling leaves and the chirping birds
A tranquil scene, a calm unheard.
The world we see and the world we hear
a symphony of senses to endear.
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Cezarina Trone
Writing a new world into existence, bringing magic, ease & wholeness to others 'making them light up from the inside'. Apart from writing, I dedicate all my time facilitating sound therapy and quantum energy sessions: www.cezarinatrone.com
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