Dont Split (Poem #9)

A collage works better than single.

Sound has sine and cosine mixed together,
Separating them doesn’t make music.

I was a wimp, you made me strong.

I was Violet, You coloured with IBGYOR.

Every meet, we started with 180 degree out of face (phase?),
We made to 90, and now we are in 25.
Thanks to the conversation and compassion.
Soon we can get in face to pace forward.

Dont Split, we can sort it out !
We just have to listen the lips and speak the mouth.