The Singer
Colours that you breathe,
Scents that you hear,
Sounds that you see,
Mean little to me,
I cannot sing
The songs you sing.
Scents that you hear,
Sounds that you see,
Mean little to me,
I cannot sing
The songs you sing.
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- 2006 The Whales
- 2006 Shannon
4 comments:
inc...i loved what you wrote for 'set adrift' i was actually moved to a tear (yes just one). i shall republish the post to include it if you don't mind? let me know ok. thank you thank you thank you!!
LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.....breathing colour,....I love when senses are moved too be what they are suppose to be:)
Your the best:)
so right
in love
and
music
Solipsism is spooky. I am constantly striving against it.
It's like the thought of an ever expanding universe, destined for an empty big freeze.
And like Poe's fear of being buried alive. Dark and cold and alone.
Whenever I feel the spark of communication I am enflamed with joy. I feel the miracle.
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