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 Listen Can I ever make it clear that it makes no difference If you see me or you don't see me?
Does it really matter that you cannot talk directly to me, Cannot touch me, cannot feel me? Listen... The trees are rustling for you Listen... The Earth is breathing and she's spinning for you Listen... I am standing here before you Can't you hear me? You know you can. You imagine me as someone who has some authority When I am just like you I am no different. Here I stand beside you; make mistakes I do not claim to know it all I do not know it all Why don't you Listen... The birds are singing for you Listen... The Earth is breathing and she's spinning for you Listen... I am just one who stands here whispering Can't you hear me?? You know you can. by Gwen (Le-A)
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #30 More articles about literature
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