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Just Listening


come out
let me understand who you are
I'd like to know more

isn't it too bad
how we are all hiding
from
each other

come out

I'll listen
without speaking
like you are the wind
and I am the branches you whisper through

let me know what is in your heart
and what to do

its true how the world is a big tuning fork
but none of us are in harmony

could we be friends
I think its possible

trust is in the listening

you are the wind
and I am the trees
waiting for the branches
to be moved

(just listening....)





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Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from her Tilt-a-World
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edits made May 16 2016 7:57am PST





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