A Lull in December



There are four languages we use...

(1) A Bubbled Language.
It comes out of your vanity blue mouth,
Frivolous or not, it speaks and it consumes,
Ephemera of squabbles, just like a fragile bubble.

(2) A Trawled Language,
Piled up with people's intention for communication,
Particularly fixed and packed, it is transferred to listeners,
From the database of our feelings and thoughts.

(3) A Whirled Language,
Abrupt thanks, blesses, curse, or damns go on air,
"Beauty...""I love you.""Hideous!""Stop it!""Let's roll!"
A rearer of love and mercy, a breeder of people's strengths.

(4) A Lulled Language
It never be bubbled, neither be trawled nor whirled,
No consumption, no information, and never been spoken,
Like a lull in December sea, a speechless voice in speech,

Or,
A serenity of mind.  ao



 






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