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Language Stillest
Language Stillest
I gazed
I saw
The little rose petal
Red, violet, blue, pink, white
Colours hazed
Flying by the lip of the bridge
Put my palm
to own it
Zoom! It shuns
just an inch away.
Follow it again
the millionth time
can’t hold it still.
The fragrance tells
The warmth! Belonging!
Warmth is
Language stillest
Unsopken but
Wholly apprehended
Sweet rose be mine,
I pray.
(c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu. 2003
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