Languages
are...
Bridges,
mirrors, the air that mingles;
Tingles
of exchanges, entangled marketplaces,
Shifting faces, woven races,
Forlorn seas, daybreak pleas;
Tunnels into senses, eloquence of the soul.
Banquet of notions, potions of change.
Currency and passports, courtyards of accord.
Crossings of the fjord, hallways of the Lord.
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C. S. Cholas Corozal Town, Belize
23 October 1993
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