Thursday, June 18, 2009

Dearest P. Watson

Your music breaks barriers.
Words can be crossed and body language misinterpreted
But you sing and we all understand.
Years of understanding pour out of you, drawing smiles, uniting hearts.
The expression molded on your face tells of your longing and misery.
We are continents apart, yet I can feel your sorrow as if
it's my own.




In France:
Underneath the sea.

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