Theme
9:06pm November 16, 2014

Tell me of language
I who cannot see your words
nor hold developed thought
with conscious awareness.

Tell me of language,
I who cannot experience the creation,
only the product.

Words on the wind, words on the wind
Like falling birds they fall
From a sky that does not exist
With a thud that is not even heard.

— Donna Williams
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