Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still water color
Of a now afternoon
As the sun
the curtained lace

And wash the room
And we sit and drink our
Couched in our
Like shells the shore

You can hear the ocean
In the dangling
And the superficial
The of our alliance

And you read Emily Dickinson
And I my Robert
And we note our place with markers
That measure what we've

a poem poorly written
We are verses out of
out of rhyme
In syncopated

And the dangled
And the sighs
Are the of our alliance

Yes, we speak of things that
words that must be said
"Can be worthwhile?"
"Is the really dead?"

And how the room is faded
And I kiss your shadow
I cannot your hand
You're a stranger now me

in the dangling conversation
And the sighs
In the borders of our