Crescent white in the sky
No voice, no sound
Neither the prayer
Once I tried to whistle,
When nothing is something
Knowing darkness has ears
Art is a voice of reason
Imagine infinite mysteries,
A version of reality
Resolute endeavor
To a speech therapist
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Crescent white in the sky
No voice, no sound
Neither the prayer
Once I tried to whistle,
When nothing is something
Knowing darkness has ears
Art is a voice of reason
Imagine infinite mysteries,
A version of reality
Resolute endeavor
To a speech therapist
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