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🦋 Lingua

My father's language
is my mother tongue
and the tongues of those around me
are not my own
nor their teeth

my mouth it moves
and forms the words
the moving pen has left behind
nor all your Piety and Wit
too late to say

posted morning of Saturday, August 17th, 2013
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The heart hears what it needs
and beats to the cadence of light and hope
that it always knew and loved
motes and notes and closely held
realms lift us to a level to speak

posted morning of August 17th, 2013 by l.hagberg

La corazón escucha lo que busca
pulsa a la cadencia de luz y espera
lo que siempre ha conocido y quería
motes y notas y mundos
preciosos que a nosotros
elevan a donde podemos hablar.

posted afternoon of August 17th, 2013 by Jeremy

Too late to say - but what I meant I meant I meant to tell you earlier
should never mind its tracings
or do I presume

posted afternoon of August 17th, 2013 by Jeremy

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