I speak in the language of ART
The language that sounds like
Pencils scratching on paper
The language that sounds like
Paint gushing on a blank canvas
The language that sounds like
Singing in your room while no one is home
The language that sounds like
A guitar being strummed
The language that sounds like
A bird chirping at first
Singing of light in the morning
The language that sounds like ME
© Reina Gonzales, 2011
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