See it through my eyes! (Remove filter)
Looking for a meaning where it loses its grip
These words are yours
And way of noticing is mine
I come to an understanding
As you say it to the one
But how shall one speak of
words have lost their grip on meaning
Like it finding its way in a space
Where it is not even reverberating
With its previous shadow
Painters starts to paint at that full moon
Like it is pointing to the light in the water
Trying a way to caress without sensing
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Tuesday 23rd May 2023 9:19 pm
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