A Language Of My Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Language Of My Own



Reading crosswise, spelling out details in printed codes, leaving no remnants of ciphering to aid anyone in understanding it's messages.
Translating from music and interpreting everything in a language all my own.
No understanding can be found outside my own intellectual knowledge, yet, maybe one hundred years from now someone from my family may be able to decipher all of what I've written within my poetry.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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