Speak not, to me, of mundane things, <br />The daily chores, which dull the mind, <br />But converse with a gentle voice that sings, <br />As if all the golden thoughts you find, <br />Have materialized thus, on scripted wings, <br />Leaving one's humdrum life behind. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gentle-voice/
