I met you on this beach of words,
I was moving along and you were curious,
Curious of the movements I made,
Where I looked, where I hopped to.
Perhaps it was just your gentle way,
But slowly my movements were caught by your gaze,
Slowly I was reading from your eyes, your silent gestures,
What I should say, to even say what I may.
Now once again I find myself moving along,
I notice you are not by my side,
Only your encouraging spirit will never leave,
And though I know you acknowledged,
How words are but fetters, of a language,
Our thoughts can rise in any.
What meter, what grammar, what punctuation even,
Someone lives within, lives also without,
You can set Him free, Her free,
Flow not with words of your own,
But from somewhere you'll never ever know.
It was so Good to Have known You Sarah.
Quite spontaneous actually. I think I may be only trying to keep control of the cadence, to better express my sentiment.
Thank you, and I'm sorry for not acknowledging your comment earlier.
regards,
Rajiv
Good afternoon.
In the future, please make sure to include the assignment with your post.
Regards,
Gloria
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