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Languages

October 11, 2011
By life_is_a_poem360 SILVER, Roechester, New York
life_is_a_poem360 SILVER, Roechester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
~Paul Valery


I once spoke the language of the flowers
My understanding ever growing
Slow to die, quick to take root
But I speak it no more

I once spoke the language of the bees
My words as sweet as honey
Always buzzing, never stopping
But I know it no more

I once spoke the language of the river
My speech eloquent and ever flowing
Slow to anger, quick to laugh
But I understand it no more

I now speak the language of man
My wanting for everything with money
Always destructive, never slowing
And I'll speak it evermore

The author's comments:
I wrote this when I was studying in Peru last year. I found that we do, throughout our lives, speak different languages. From baby to adult we are constantly speaking with different meaning and different tone. Some things are lost in translation, some languages die out, and some things are rediscovered.

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