19. Language
A language so rich, yet so unknown,
A barrier between, what could have grown.
We speak, we try, but words fall short,
Misunderstandings, we can't abort.
A language of love, that we can't express,
Leaves us longing, with emptiness.
Lost in translation, a love once pure,
Now shattered, with no cure.
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