A poem I just recently revised, here is the second version.
Listen hear to the beauty of
the passing sounds, the spoken thoughts
of foreign lands. More than the
man-made devices of uniform comprehension,
the simplistic words of unknown meaning
do more to sing the hearts affection.
L'amour conquiert tous.
Did you feel? Was it different?
The striking effect of this alien language.
Consider now, selysana timir condiduron,
the world's only perfectly spoken phrase.
Why is this so? How can this be?
Because not a soul in existence, even mine,
could tell you what those words mean.
Listen hear to the beauty of
the passing sounds, the spoken thoughts
of foreign lands. More than the
man-made devices of uniform comprehension,
the simplistic words of unknown meaning
do more to sing the hearts affection.
L'amour conquiert tous.
Did you feel? Was it different?
The striking effect of this alien language.
Consider now, selysana timir condiduron,
the world's only perfectly spoken phrase.
Why is this so? How can this be?
Because not a soul in existence, even mine,
could tell you what those words mean.
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