I can see sounds.
I can smell colors.
I can hear the conversations
That sounds like invitations
To freeing emancipations.
Although I see sounds.
Although I smell colors.
I wonder,
Oh, how I wonder,
Will I remember this sunder
On the day I pretend to wander?
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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