Language of the English Iris
Language is a virus
That lives in our soul.
That grows like an English Iris,
With no self-control.
Language is like the wind
It billows and blows.
It flows till the end
and it grows and grows.
Language is like love
That comes from within
That flies with the dove
and cant stop its spin.
Language is a Virus
That grows like an English iris.
Copyright © Hannah Pafford | Year Posted 2014
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