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The Great DivideThey speak to me in soft muffled voices, Like the birds of distant trees. I listen As I feel And I wonder if I spoke they would hear me too. I wonder As I speak And the muffled whispers fall silent. In the silence I feel nothing.The Great Divide
Our languages are alien, We cannot understand. I listen As they listen I kiss the moon I know they see and hope They feel As I feel Exiled from a world of love Save that of their voice.
by ~NettlerLeGigletzor
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