(Written May 30-31, 2010, at age 23.)
I think in music,
I speak through dance,
I listen with my eyes,
And live by chance.
I taste in colours,
I sing in sighs,
I laugh in truths,
And cry through lies.
I breathe through touch,
I see through dew,
I cease in myself,
And am through you.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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