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Native Tongue
Being, behind the words
Feels a sublime ease
With a calm memory
A sense of being alive
In no Man’s land
Subscribing a new world order
With a sacred realm
Encrypted hope
Where,
The soul speaks
The Heart listens
An Ancient script,
In a native tongue
Don’t get it, Regardless?
A native tongue,
Same syllable,
Stammer astray
Misspelled, misunderstood
Those celestial pieces
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,
All in Innocence.
Feels a sublime ease
With a calm memory
A sense of being alive
In no Man’s land
Subscribing a new world order
With a sacred realm
Encrypted hope
Where,
The soul speaks
The Heart listens
An Ancient script,
In a native tongue
Don’t get it, Regardless?
A native tongue,
Same syllable,
Stammer astray
Misspelled, misunderstood
Those celestial pieces
Being, gracefully rude
Phenomenal,
All in Innocence.
Published 14th Jan 2018
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