Language is a Broken Vessel
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By Gabriel HuizengaPublished 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Original sketch of my friend and I - of a photo - of a reflection - in a passing bus. :)
An old friend leans against the terminal wall;
Conversation drifts, like shimmering snowfall,
Traversing eras, fresh and long-past, there;
Talk crystallizes, like flakes on scarf, jacket, hair,
Around one question: how'd we get here now?
And we laugh and softly mourn at how
Language is a broken vessel for feelings.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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