MOTHER TONGUE

The Beautiful song that suns our quiet night
The sweet string that connects our tongues to our hearts
Lone lighted lamp that defines a people's might
Crested on foreheads like perfect works of arts

Lone lighted lamp that defines a people's might
Is she the sole horse  that pulls so many carts
All arrows aimed at her heart pierces our eyes
The Beautiful song that suns our quiet night.

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