People, things, extracurricular pl-ACES(!) of industry happening amidst these industrioUS and utterly honest people of poised signifiCANce – they feel nothing but for a sense of serene and second-hand scintillation —-
Whenever their heartstrings SING and fLuTtEr near the shape of their listening ear: they do not know their own strength, and if they did… “dangerous, indeed!” For it breathes of its own accord… Not. A. Word—
Ironically enough;
Not gonna happen though, only via their weakened and discerning state of stare…
We cannot but completely comply and prepare ourselves JUST SO VERY WELL to ask them a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g that we might LIKE because, their silence likes the sound
Of our soothing voices/ we ARE their favourite vIcE.
