We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech

William Carlos Williams
We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand...
We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand...
We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand...
We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand...
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There is a stream that has no language, coursing underneath the quiet heaven of your eyes which has no speech. This is one of the most beautiful lines I have ever read and it really puts across the idea of communication. It captures the beauty of communication and how we can never truly understand what another person is saying without them saying it themselves. It also captures the idea that communication is a two way street and we should never be afraid to speak up even if we don't know what to say.

Source: Paterson

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