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
Inexplicable to inexplicable
Some cry and some laugh,
All are mad but sane with it
Somewhere the deaf is listening
What is there which isnt possible
So some dream and do it their way
Still for us like a mirage when said
Looking for a meaning where it loses its grip.
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