Foreign languageA Poem by Linda alexanderIt was my native tongue in every sense I was expert in it's complex grammar even When did my mother tongue became foreign It is stressful now I have to learn it like a toddler Language is language only physique claims few decades What must burn should be the ambers of died spirit Yes for a new fire and for a new smoke It should stand high until you die may be after even
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1 Review Added on July 31, 2017 Last Updated on July 31, 2017 AuthorLinda alexanderNew Hyde Park, NYAboutI am a writer and I used to write since I was nineteen years old. I grew up in a house with huge library. I read some of those books to be accurate I will say very few. I saw individuals reading day a.. more.. |

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