gently, I devour
the music that you play
the strumming and the sway,
the things you can convey
subtle, but the power
of the songs, the silent way
you make the unsaid there
and it becomes
real, authentic, ours.
Mar 15, 2024
Mar 15, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC
gently, I devour
the music that you play
the strumming and the sway,
the things you can convey
subtle, but the power
of the songs, the silent way
you make the unsaid there
and it becomes
real, authentic, ours.
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