Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
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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