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By Ali Date: 2003 Jan 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.07.16.53.5201]] |
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Your education twists me, And I cannot see This sound, but I imagine It looking pale, in the Distance Of your Eyes. The words do not exist, And yet I seek them, longing For the right feel, the right Pause, the right breathe Between. But fools do not Learn so quickly as theives. I cannot make this frailty Vanish--such mists Do not merely disappear, On an urgent whim. What would you have me do? I can only speak what I know, In the language that holds Me best. Acquainted, as I am, With the heart just out of reach-- I speak in perfect emotions, But sometimes the meaning Just get lost, in the translation. |