Meaning
Every word has meaning,
how do we all know, that
this is a pot or this is a clock?
From the sky, to the sea;
the way I say you,
the way you say me
Every word holds
something different for each;
perhaps in my joy,
there lies your grief;
here is my pain,
there is your dreamEverything holds meaning,
the way you sat in that chair,
a car you once drove,
a movie you loved;
which is why a thousand times
a day, I whisper your name.
© Tanya Southey
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