WHEN I SING

When I sing
nothing seems important any more 
no problem is too trying 
no challenge too great 
when I sing
I can do anything.
 When I sing
I instantly start to smile 
I cannot help but find joy
in the wonderful music
when I sing 
my life becomes perfection.
When I sing
people pause and smile
”what a beautiful voice you have, honey”
they say
and I thank them
chuckling privately at how little they understand 
about the true beauty that occurs 
when I sing.
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flowersinherhair

VT

18 years old

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