- Non-Erotic Poetry
- An Old Language
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People are proud of their languages.
The sound they believe is beautiful.....
And it is.
Languages are melodic and harmonious.
They are all words speaking of music.
The pride felt is warranted.
We express a vision of our world with words and sounds.
There is a very old language composed of simple sounds.
Those sounds created words that reached our core and couldn't help but be used.
Those words lasted the ages.
One syllable words.
Woooooo.....Like a ghost in the wind that leaves you in awe.
Amazement expressed in sound that is so natural.
There is so much rant and chant in the old language.
Our ancestors were amazed by their world when the human spirit was brand new.
Sounds from long ago echo throughout the universe.
The things which inspired these sounds come back like those echoes.
The universal tongue comes back.
Sounds of awe, fear, hope, love and all simplicity comes back.
One syllable miracles.
Shocks to the system.
Electricity of life for the deepest heart.
