even though we say we can't find the place where thoughts are fluid.. our words can flow in synchronicity.. like light notes strummed softly.. giving the feel of the music to come.. a rendezvous with the heart.. where you can feel the 'touch' of your thoughts as real.. as alive.. as special.. shorn of all the pointers to your self.. except this.. a recognition at once starved and fulfilling.. as the inane melts away.. and you can feel your smile..
Let me hear your soul
Whisper through your words
Streaming in waves of thoughts
Even you cannot perceive....
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