The heads of fingers <br />Loaded <br />With tons <br />Of adoration, <br />Caress <br />Soft the strings sweet of harp <br />To send free <br />The sound of dreams <br />That metamorphosed <br />The atmosphere <br />Into the white zone <br />Of heaven, <br />Like the sea still of blue <br />Dorned in light <br />By the beam bright of sun.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sound-of-dreams/
