A man hammering his tongue
To cast oneself in foreign printon the anvil of words
ever slipping out of reach.
Under the sounds,
murmurs of meanings
forgotten.
An ancient ear listening,
can you hear?
The age-old beat
of a man hammering
his tongue.
Poetry by Tungbrand
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Written on 2009-10-14 at 17:17
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