The Heart Speaks
this is my dialect and it is yours to
it is the dialect of a poet
form the child who scraped his knee
to the lovers who knows
they don't have to keep the light on
from the painter and there brush
to the singer singing there song
from the hardened criminal
to there most cherished love
from all of the musicians
with there instruments in hand
this is my dialect
it is the dialect of a poet
a true poet speaks from the heart
(i know this isn't in and abnormal way of speaking.
so i hope it still qualifies.)
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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