A Voiceless Flower
The twist of a tongue
The hiss of a word
The end of a sentence
The start of a chirp
Saying nothing means everything
Saying everything means nothing
A language consists of words
Words give the voiceless a voice
To speak their mind and not hold their tongue
And let their inner beauty show
Speaking is an art only a few understand
To hold the attention of a room
To sway an audience
To charm a lover
There are many ways to convey a thought
There are many languages one can speak
Each with their own weight and significance
All are unique
An endless cycle from beginning to end
That is what a voice brings
A thought sprouts
You water it with curiosity and doubt
An idea nourishes it
And it blooms when you speak it
It withers through rejection
And dies due to shame
That is what a voice brings
That is what language contains
A field of withered flowers
That once held beauty
A field of ideas that were once valid
A field of voices becoming voiceless
The speakers finally becoming speechless
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