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Forgotten Language

Can you hear it?

Only when you look at them,

can you hear it.


Their faces tell it all,

there is nothing hidden.

Their hands, too, write a story

of past, present, and present to be.


Listen to it - if you try,

you'll hear, breath, tugging

for something in the stars

like dreams long forgotten.


Of ancient past, still in the breast

of you and me but buried

in conveniences too convenient

to let go.


But, if you dare, yes - you -

you will remember that

a handful of dust is

what we are,

what will be.





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