The Linguist: Secret Garden of the Unspoken

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A word
Ageing in my lips
Uttered softly
Carried by the wind
Across the world
Diffusing into every soul
And heart
Melting with remorse
That it was spoken
A secret broken
A gentle invitation
Into hanging gardens
On clouds surreal
Above the skies
A land where speech
Is not required
A place where words are chosen
Faithfully every year
Strawberry trees
Slowly grown
Slowly picked
Slowly savored
On silent banquets
For the deaf and dumb
Sprinkled across the skies
Like rain
Shared with all the ramblers
Let them ramble
A word
A gateway towards that paradise
Consumed by its existence
In watery mouths with chewing gum
Until it disappears

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Character: 97/100
To all the people that appreciate the power of words, the magic of speech and the gift of human interaction. To all the people that know when to speak and when not to.

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