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Forgotten Language

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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. . . .

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hoarder of quarters and no boundary boredom the boundary borders

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aditya verma 20 February 2018

question and answer of forgotten language

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aditya verma 20 February 2018

question and answer of forgotten language

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