in a fleeting moment
they are lost,
unrecoginsed.....
''magic words''
that spill out onto the floor
complety un-noticed,
swollen with abundance
and pulling at our strings
a treasure trove
of blazing dialog
that reflect instantly,
a common collective
that steals away our brains
and touches our hearts.
sometimes,
we catch them
and gather them up
because of
a feeling
that tells us,
''these words
instantly communicate
a natural language
that is disadvantaged
unless we care enough
about them to communicate
them well''.
Copyright ©2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cool that was so cool awesome job. Lylyanna