The Spoken Word
I touch your face - where strands of whispery hair dangle your thoughtful gaze through mine. Clutching, all the words not said lie pale and broken beneath forgery lies. Eyes, our facial minnows, the mirror images, flash too brightly out of the shallows, out of their stony commitments towards believing we cannot agree.
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"I touch your..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Cameron Brown delivers a powerful performance in "The Spoken Word"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...