by the depth of my sigh
by the tremble of my hand
by the shadow of my stride
would you know
my pigtails from all others
my voice before i sing
the notes i hear only in my mind
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mirijiki
"songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness ... who can link the crashing thunder with the baby's sigh?" ~ gibran
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