Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
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Your words are music
to the ears of all,
your unique perspective
a joy oft forgotten.
sing any song you like
so long as it is not your own
I have tried a hundred ways
and will try a hundred more
to convey silence
in a poem,
how it is peaceful,
how it hurts,
how it feels right,
how it lacks finality
with that vacant space
left where a thought should be,
it
never sounds right in words.
It is heard
and therein lies the problem.
It’s
.
Help me out here y’all. Can you capture what I’m trying to say? Are there things you find hard to put in words?
If you give it a go for either question, I’d love to see what you came with!
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