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Whispering songs
& lip-reading spells
we weave words and wear
silken sounds spun
from magic's mother tongue.
A bud of poetry, pointing
& drifting leaves, crisp
lyrical diamonds drip clean
from rough grooved bark
& say something
sacred in silence.
Listening, glistening,
Bright raindrops wash through
one ancient forest of language.

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