We each have our own language of thought
Each have our own dance of morality
Each have our own story plot
In our own created mentality
Language alone cannot carry it all
The complex yet common capacity
Ideas perish as does the night fall
Day’s unending race, mind’s tenacity
Only through the genuine connection
Of pure and vulnerable empathy
Can we catch each other’s intention
Understand the mystery of each melody
Although the world may never hear my song
Our symphony’s one harmony rings

Ava Nordling ’18

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