He is unsure of how to make words sing
so he sits allowing sentences through
his ear, a shelter. Messages leave behind pain
and sets off with refreshed pleasure.
She is unsure of her own audacious syllables
allowing them to flow she hopes
the words will chain themselves into a song
Ease, his attentive ears absorbing her words
He lets the words take a walk in his garden of thoughts
After the refreshing stroll the words dance out
Encouragement.
4th -7th Dec �03
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