with
every
fruitless
search
for
words
to
fill
the
silence
where
sober
tongues
once
lost
in
drunken
chatter
now
run
dry;
every
fruitless
search
for
words
to
fill
the
silence
where
sober
tongues
once
lost
in
drunken
chatter
now
run
dry;
like
a
farmer
i
wait
for
spring
to
bear
new
fruit
i know exactly what you mean.
very nice…