In the midst of a song, voices changing from a sing-song
melody to just talking melodically in the night, express-
ing nondescript feelings.
Rising and falling along walls of mirth and laughter,
always addressing experiences being gone through, taking
time to remember the past in melodies of yesterday.
Walking backwards into the length and breadth of how feel-
ings grow and expand in the midst of an exacting measure
of harmony by itself tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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