Language will flow

when the crowds have gone

and my tongue is untied

as the butterflies have flown

Language will flow

like a broken dam

as water rages free

back to its natural path

Language will flow

unbidden and unwanted

by those who refuse to hear

and the truth remains hidden

hoarded like a miser’s gold

as we no longer pursue it – Caroline A. Slee

Monologues

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