In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
In every language
I understand cold
Fire, too
The meaning is not
In the sounds
So much as the actions
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
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