Everybody Pulled Their Socks Up
Thursday, January 7, 2010 6:11 PM
Let your lips move,
let the soft air blow through the small hole formed.
A light note drifts through,
a whistle.
Sometimes I mouth words,
as complete as possible,
and filling out every sensation,
without letting any sound out.
It is a simple,
yet satisfying act.
let the soft air blow through the small hole formed.
A light note drifts through,
a whistle.
Sometimes I mouth words,
as complete as possible,
and filling out every sensation,
without letting any sound out.
It is a simple,
yet satisfying act.