There exist a silent language
With no sound or alphabet Only spended pictures Host of vision In them the world reflects upon Thoughts of the heart Solutions of unexpressed dreams The language of images Bright as the midday sun Blue sky in the expanse The rustling of wings The overflowing of night Silence of a falling star The rumbling of the sea With sunrises and sunsets Letting us be free All of us Wherever we make home
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