In the hush before dawn breaks,
Whispers of the night do fade,
A chorus stirs, the world awakes,
Voices woven, light displayed.
Echoes of the ancient woods,
Murmurs from the fields of grain,
Harmony where silence stood,
Melodies in sweet refrain.
Each voice a thread of golden sound,
Winding through the morning air,
Together in a bond profound,
A tapestry beyond compare.
Joy and sorrow intertwined,
Notes that rise and gently fall,
The choir's chorus, hearts aligned,
A symphony that moves us all.
In the choir, all souls unite,
Bound by song, by hope, by grace,
In the music, pure delight,
In each voice, a sacred place.
Let the echoes never cease,
Harmony through trials endure,
In their song, we find our peace,
In their voices, we are pure.
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CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.
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Comments (1)
The mention of echoes from ancient woods and murmurs from fields of grain evokes a connection to nature's harmonies, the portrayal of joy and sorrow intertwined, notes rising and falling, and hearts aligned in the choir's chorus reflects the emotional depth and resonance of music, we‘re deeply moved by the poem, loved it, and hope to read more of your work, thank you very much for sharing this spiritual journey that touched our hearts , subscribed.