Monday, August 13, 2012
Subtle Language
There is no language like that of singing
The subtle notes of landings of each vibration that comfort me
I have walked towards all fleeting moments of joy and when they pass I sing,
When the days are lit but still covered with a light veil to remind me that all is not well
I still hum through quiet tears.
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