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 © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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