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Living Language

Language is a
trumpeting vine,

Blooms in every shape,
         size and color

Tendrils of words grow
     every which way,
here,                            there,
            hither
&			            yon,
insinuating themselves,
curling lovingly,
inexorably,

into, around

the vertical and horizontal,
diagonal
pillars and frameworks

of each diverse community

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Language
is a slow, lazy ocean
 
whose tides lick
the verbal shores

offering new sand & water
    while re-absorbing and changing 
          the old

It flows out,
      ebbs in,
a living, breathing,
constant motion

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Language is essential, 
is vital and ageless –
a kaleidoscope mosaic

always perennial,
always new

Without language,
what would you or I do?

Without language…...................

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