A song ever singing I run along;
I don't know if You listen or not.
In depths of mind whatever's there,
I keep nothing hidden.
In many conditions my bud goes on remaining;
It does not get to blossom, a flower becoming.
Many a tune arrives, then sails far away;
I don't know if You perceive or not.
Yet could it be twixt concept and language, Dear,
A space continues, hard-to-cross, intervening?
From a thought all gets not brought into speech;
I don't know if You agree or not.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2022
Flying blind
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In case I did not say it right, please know that my life and mind are Thine.
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