Friday, June 14, 2024

Language

 

Tongue rattles with its own sound.

Silence thinks it is supreme.

The eyes express and expound,

and thoughts whisper in your dream.

Hands speak with their sweet old sign.

Nose flares displaying dissent.

A smile can console a whine.

And rare, the language of scent.

The soul sighs or sometimes yells.

Tears' tune is universal.


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