An Obscure Language
An obscure language hides
in the rain beating
on slick roof tiles;
the perpetual rhythm
of drizzling water
resonate through drain pipes —
whispering
words I once knew,
singing
to my memories —
hiding all other sounds
in a harmony
of languid syllables
that were once mine.
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