These words speak to me like no other
I hear them when they are most needed
There is always a part of the words that screams out
I listen very carefully as they speak to me
Each time they sound differently
Either if it sounds like colorful peaks just born
or staring out into what has little white hand washing up onto the little grains,
grabbing and pulling your feet
We can dream of what the words say
We listen to what the words don't say
When not said we know what these words mean
Upon what is said, we are the key to beautiful words
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