When We Talk

Friday, 29 April 2005, 10:15 | Category : Poetry
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When we talk The words are like well-worn paths on the grasslands of ideas And if you or I should suddenly run across the lush grasses that no feet have worn a path in, The other would be sure to follow. When we talk Ever so often, I find myself floating in air, as I [...]