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Hearing the Music from Souls Desperate to Communicate

Tears run all over my face.
Not hearing words.
Words fry the beauty of the soul.

There are people who have been where I am.

I listen over and over,
wishing I had words like they have music.
I am a potted plant stuck in a cold, dark garage.

 

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  1. #1 by Evelyn on March 9, 2011 - 8:50 pm

    “Words fry the beauty of the soul.
    There are people who have been where I am.”
    sigh, really? do you think they do?
    well I am f*cked then because all ‘s I got is words…

    • #2 by Carl on March 9, 2011 - 8:59 pm

      LOL – No, they don’t. In good hands such as yours, they are wonderful. Lyrics in songs can distract from what is really good about the music.

  2. #3 by kolembo on March 10, 2011 - 2:04 am

    Superb. Absolutely. Clean, clear sight. Absolutely. Burst it, why donca. Excellent.

    • #4 by Carl on March 10, 2011 - 6:48 am

      Oh, my, those are great words from you, K! Thank you, good sir!

  3. #5 by heather grace stewart on March 10, 2011 - 10:10 am

    Excellent imagery. Wow.

  4. #6 by Carl on March 10, 2011 - 8:38 pm

    Thank you, Heather!

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