MEME BY MY DEAR FRIEND Mel
The soft sounds of my hands in the air Swift swooshing movement of words Expressive fingers moving letters around Stillness flowing sentences to paper The intricate familiar patterns of language Never perceived as impossible until Possibilities run out, until words stop making sense inside. Until lips tongue and brain fail to co-operate, then mouth becomes meaningless, messy The soft sound of my hands in the air Swift swooshing movement of words Of colours painted by writing hands Hands gesture music in the air, frail and gentle, and ever so expressive Drooping words of rain and raising words of rainbow, of love and warmth Twinkling words of night and dark music It all paints pictures in a book where It doesn't matter my mouth didn't speak.
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