Day 180 – Unknown Words

In A Language

She came

to me

from the forests

of Albion

whispering words

of wisdom

in a language

not quite

discernible

She came

to me

with hair

bathed in

golden sunlight

singing the song

of love in a

language

not of words

She came

to me

smelling of

wild flowers

and wet leaves

teaching the

faint tenets of

her natural

wisdom in

a language

yet unknown

She came

to me

walking with

ease in bare feet

breathing

the words of

love in a

language of

quiet grace

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