voices are music of their own
has peaks, valleys and so on
some you love to hear but not
to understand what's being said
one way of connecting thoughts
flowing on air, passing through
i saw your lips moves; no sound
waiting, all my nerves expecting
something of a vibes, expression
i follow up looking at your eyes
silent today; besides faint smile
i press your hand; i saw sparkles
(i wrote while watching
a movie on tv... nice quick
facial expressions)
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