Vulnerable,3rd Movement Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
Vulnerable,3rd Movement
When a symphony reaches crescendo, i cry.
When i write, i bear my soul with a depth unimaginable.
When i paint, i release inexplicable passion.
When i love, i love truly and without regret.
When i see you, i want to dance inside your seconds and your hours.
i want to feel your crescendos and sorrows.
When i touch you, i want not to own you; only to be alive in the company of...
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