A Dialectic - Poem by Patti Masterman
The tides can speak the language of the sea
The moon knows the dialect of the sun
Mountains can communicate with clouds, through a single touch
And true lovers can always speak one another's tongue
Although they may be different:
And even some languages that have not been invented yet.
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