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Perhaps

Perhaps,
At the beginning of time
The languages were one
The wind spoke to the bird
The ocean to the shell
And the human to dancing fire

Perhaps,
The sunset’s vivid colors
The shifting of the stars
The ripples that interrupt a still lake
Had meaning as well as beauty
Meaning that we could truly see

Perhaps,
We were born with melodies
On our tongues
And understanding in our hearts
We were not quick to anger
Or prone to hurting others

But the fire’s flames still dance
The sunset still paints the sky with its colors
And the stars still shift above us
So perhaps,
The understanding still exists
Somewhere, deep inside




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