Babel

And the tower of 
Babel is destroyed within, thus
there is no more din;

cacophony of
mother tongues. Everything is 
silent now: the noise

is fractured, the voice 
is shattered, the sound is ruined
and at last, I hear 

no other sound of 
voice, know no other language,
but yours, the true love of mine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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