Perhaps, this time, the words will come.
Not those words, but those words, the right words, for him.
And in hearing, he’ll listen; and in listening, he’ll see
the ‘tear here’ lines, ‘fold here’ marks, dot-dashed over me.
I'm "growing up", because apparently it's the thing to do ;)
Perhaps, this time, the words will come.
Not those words, but those words, the right words, for him.
And in hearing, he’ll listen; and in listening, he’ll see
the ‘tear here’ lines, ‘fold here’ marks, dot-dashed over me.
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November 28, 2009 at 8:30 pm
Dave Dawes
Thirty-seven words are still only words and are simply a pale shadow of the authentic thoughts inside our head that we express imperfectly with our hands and our tongues and understand imperfectly with our eyes and ears.