You are a language I cannot decipher, and cannot seem to grasp the meaning behind any word.
A language that seems familiar to me, as Latin feels familiar to French, yet that the common mortal cannot understand without studying it.
A language so pure and so elegant, a language that would be found in ancient ruins, where everything is destroyed yet so beautiful.
And I am a lazy learner.
Captivated enough to look at that language,
Knowing that I will never learn it
Knowing that I will never fully be able to know your depth.
YOU ARE READING
Armewriting : Poems.
PoetryThe simple writing of a young adults trying to live her life.