MM (6/3/95 / Anonymous)

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

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short and yet wonderful.i like it. Please come rate and comment my work if youd like to, id be glad. Thankyou Kilian F. De la Torre