Friday 12 May 2017

Your Language or Mine

Wherever I go I see your traces,
In crowded streets and empty spaces.
This reminds me of you, that reminds me of you.
They all just seem a part of you.

What are you trying to say, I wish to understand.
In that gust of wind or this rain in which I stand.
I know everything you send my way,
has a message from you. What are you trying to say?

I want to learn your language. Help me.
For you above all, I am always free.

So I wait for you whilst I sip this coffee.
Let's talk. In my language for a change. Maybe.

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