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  • Writer's picturePray Jani

She Speaks Gibberish

She spoke with –

More truth in her voice

Than the psalms i sing of.

The moisture in her eyes

Reflected of innoce of within,

That brought the doves from heaven.

Her blossomed hair-

Stole the gaze of staunch soldiers,

And drop their guns to larger beauty.

She sighed with-

Grief that griefed her lovers.

But she fought the sighs away.

She spoke with-

A truth that defied Laws

As if she spoke the word of Lord.

She spoke I heard,

Of words beyond comprehend,

And in her mouth I saw no tongue.

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