The Language
A night covered
Over with blankets
Of souls long lost forgotten
World of their existed
Living amongst the world
Hidden behind scars
That took a human form
In the face of a storm
Whispers of voices
Echo's through the night
As they search for solders
Of darkness
Hands reach out unto the shadows
In hopes to connect the
Two divided
The rising of the return
The world is ours to Learn
Listen to the language of
The birds .
For it is in the echoes
Of whispers in a voice of a language
Like humans divided by tongues
All things can be heard
Through the echoes of one
Copyright © Venita Schindler | Year Posted 2016
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