• Voice

    From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Mar 22 14:03:44 2021
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss

    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Sep 27 13:05:52 2021
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Thu Jan 6 16:04:26 2022
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    By Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetryy

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Apr 11 13:04:01 2022
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Mon Jun 6 16:56:58 2022
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri Nov 18 15:08:15 2022
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    By Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Sat Sep 23 15:30:59 2023
    Alsu Valeeva singing my poem

    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

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  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri Nov 10 14:17:00 2023
    Butterflies float
    With petals and feathers
    In every note
    Of your voice. In its tenor -
    Nectarine, white,
    Full of light, full of sky -
    There is delight -
    And I will not ask why
    Sometimes your voice
    Shimmers like a bright star -
    Sometimes it's close
    Sometimes it's far
    Sometimes I hear in it
    Rivers and streams
    Sometimes I see in it
    Passions and dreams
    Sometimes it crests
    Like a wave in a sea
    Sometimes it nests
    Like a bird in a tree
    Sometimes it rings
    Like a vanishing bell
    Sometimes it sings
    As if casting a spell -
    Sometimes it flings
    Like a lasso, ensnares
    Prey. Or grows wings
    And then flies everywhere -
    Sometimes it drops
    Like a leaf from an oak
    Sometimes it stops
    Like a belltower clock
    Sometimes it wafts
    Like a sweet summer breeze
    Or like a raft
    It floats over the seas -
    Sometimes I feel it
    Caressing my ear
    Holding me in it
    Drawing me near.
    Sometimes I glimpse
    What your voice holds within
    When it so seems,
    I can fully glean
    Its warmth and softness
    Its passion and peace
    Then I am lost in
    The most perfect bliss.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry

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