endless lights

~ Sonya Kassam

when evenings are endless
lights, though of different origins
find a common language
to share conversations

endless lights

inspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)

4 thoughts on “endless lights”

  1. Dear Sonya,

    Thank you very much for this lovely poem which reminds this person of our common language well beneath the tongue.

    All good wishes,

    robert

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    1. Hi Ranu,

      An interesting, thoughtful question. I would say the language of vibration. There is vibration in the entire universe and at some level everything/one is communicating whether intentionally or unknowingly.

      Thanks :-)

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