A Child In Every Adult Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

A Child In Every Adult



There is loudness in silence.
But when words are dead, the distance
speaks in volumes.
Like in communes,
Hearts start to communicate
and procreate
in a language only known to them.
Oh, what a gem!
Then, the souls meet in spirit
to discuss the realm around it.

Sunday, January 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mystery
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Mitta Xinindlu

Mitta Xinindlu

South Africa
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