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Own Language


Our eyes speak
Their own language,
It's the language
Of the soul.
We're afraid
To do much more,
So we cry our
Silent cry.
You leave me
When you greet me,
That's the story
Of our time.
You hold me
But a moment,
Then you turn
And walk away!

Joy Weare.
12th February, 2005

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