The Truth of a Different Tongue
No language under the sun can be true,
Yet a cat cries out, "Meow," to you.
Broken down by a fraction, factoring the grace,
In that tremor, in that frequency's space,
"I am so hungry, it's true!"
"Give me some food, I beg you!"
Yet every language must hold the truth inside,
"What are you?" Where do you hide?
Though you provoke me with all your might,
A hidden truth is locked out of sight.
"Let's be friends, me and you!"
Yet in one language, a million paths pursue,
Only we never knew!
The bitter, biting winter cold
Speaks of winter, stark and old.
Yet you do not know the truth it bears,
Locked deep within those freezing airs.
Until late spring whispers low:
"I wanted to be your friend, don't you know?"
We merely spoke in a different tongue,
Even with human words on the tip of the tongue!
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