Songs of Anisha
“Hither,”
by Jania Likea
You make my heart sing
A song, a rhyme, a verse, a chant
You make, you make
You have the days
I see the horizon
I can hear the rhythm
Far away, the drum beats
I can see what life is
I can barely breathe
Far away I see a shooting star
I can hear a melody
It lulls my aching heart to sleep
Moonlight glows as vagrant waters flow
On this night even the stars
The stars look forlorn
You make my heart sing
A verse a chant a song
I forgot the last thing
I can hear the echo
Of a beat
Of your feet.
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