We dwell in the world of words,
Your sound is the stroke
painting contours of me,
Each blank space is the pause you make.
Deftly you play
the play of light and shade,
with silence and syllable,
rendering color and grey.
Secretly I know
I'm in the frame left alone,
When there's nothing more to say.
- leenah.
4 comments:
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Such a beautiful read for this morning. Thank you.
Love, Miffalicious. [www.miffalicious.com]
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Much love! <3
That was kind of you miffalicious. A very warm welcome to the blog!
I visited your site, and you are putting up some great stuff! Way to go gal! <3
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