I wish I could speak like music. I wish I could put the swaying splendor
Of the fields into words so that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance. I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue, to cover you with light.
Of the fields into words so that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance. I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue, to cover you with light.
-- Hafiz
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