Tip tappin of the toes
Swaying heads with satisfied smiles
And all the hearts are full,
From the memories that come rushing.
All that we’re looking for,
Is a voice in the dark.
A whole fire lights up,
From that little spark.
When the words you hear,
Hit so close to home,
And you’re walking on common ground,
Its not so lonely any more.
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 