the music is in the words I think
but you don't hear me
in everything that grows
but you won't clear me of my offense
thinking I am dense
because I think this way
even snow has music
silence on silence pealing
and turning away,
the one who must leave
on any given day
to find the music in the words
that you have thrown away
with no feeling.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2018
but you don't hear me
in everything that grows
but you won't clear me of my offense
thinking I am dense
because I think this way
even snow has music
silence on silence pealing
and turning away,
the one who must leave
on any given day
to find the music in the words
that you have thrown away
with no feeling.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2018
