Does it matter my color, my shape, my size
Don’t we have feet can’t we walk and talk
Talk to me of things of interest of what makes the world go round
We can do it as we walk as we talk
Talk to me expand my mind and my understanding give me other images to blend in with myown talk to me
TALK TO ME
Tell me anything, it’ll be our little secret,
a thing between you and me
Talk to me, Talk to me
My ears long to hear
A whisper, a haunting refrain,
anything but the silence
Talk to me
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I would like to translate this poem
The key to open all doors Watchful Steward. I thoroughly enjoyed this chat. Tai