How can we ever hear,
the words of the lonely?
That arise from shy fear,
with beats of the heart only.
the words of the lonely?
That arise from shy fear,
with beats of the heart only.
How can we ever see,
the music of deep silence?
That arise from depths, in me,
for which I waited, ages hence.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
the music of deep silence?
That arise from depths, in me,
for which I waited, ages hence.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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