The Shortcomings of Language
Enchanting orbs
dance and flicker
back and forth.
Be they
Brown, Blue & Green
they dance and flicker delightfully.
Speaking a language they call their own,
immune to the constraints
of language and grammar,
purity in thought and expression.
You blush,
eyelashes flit
open and closed,
a slight tilt of the head,
a smile spreading
like the noon time sun.
This is the only language we need,
the only language worth anything.
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