Isn't it so, that speech starts
as a gust of wind inside the lungs,
as a gust of wind inside the lungs,
my heart rushing skywards
in frequent audible pulses
shaping around the tongue ―
a pair of syllables, once mute
rolling off my mouth now
such a wondrous! sound,
as I pronounce a name out loud.
such a wondrous! sound,
as I pronounce a name out loud.
Your soft voice answering.
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