Far away sounds
fall on the walls of ignorance.
None of us understand;
The voice continues
confusing melancholy with secrecy
I want you to hear what I hear
I want you to make of this what I do
I think these sounds are old
falling on bricks which do not absorb
Come, let's travel to the other side of this wall
welcome, the confusion
We can play our parts, you be the sadness
I can be the mystery.
Shringi
30 March 2013
Loved this! :)
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