Another Time Another Languages
Joyful times when I
lived limpid and loose
in children's language
that spoke ...
In the minimalist language
I heard from the sheep,
the vegetable language that i
well translated when
ate the guavas ...
Listening times
and speaking the language
of the nature, of the air,
with the wind ... it was the time
of merry child man ...
All hope language,
dialect of angels ...
Divine Innocence ...
Languages of magnificent
childhood ...
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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