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A rainstorm into an open field Soaking my pigments with Colors nonexistent; You’re a solar storm, Irradiating, enriching me In serenity transcendent. Otherworldly on my tongue; You are a forgotten language Awaiting translation, Patience and understanding. Someone to take the time To comprehend your words Unspoken and unread. Trust me to hold you, To listen and read With consideration and delicacy. Know that I’m here for you to Whisper your unknowns in my ear, And compose your silent correspondence On my skin with your lips Without fear.
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
Philologist
A rainstorm into an open field Soaking my pigments with Colors nonexistent; You’re a solar storm, Irradiating, enriching me In serenity transcendent. Otherworldly on my tongue; You are a forgotten language Awaiting translation, Patience and understanding. Someone to take the time To comprehend your words Unspoken and unread. Trust me to hold you, To listen and read With consideration and delicacy. Know that I’m here for you to Whisper your unknowns in my ear, And compose your silent correspondence On my skin with your lips Without fear.
Philology: 1. The study of literature and of disciplines relevant to literature or to language as used in literature
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
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