Written for Sunday Scribblings - Language prompt:
An American Sandwich
PURE POETRY
Biblical Babylonia was the melting pot of languages. The Language I speak today is English in one form or another. But the language of my heart is the language of love, pure poetry.
Saturday, 18 April 2009
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Wonder if we all learn that inner language from the same teacher and if the manuals are all the same. ;)
Hi DM, good point. Yes, I think we are all connected to the same source, but no, I think a lot of us are singing from different song sheets.
language of love is definitely a favorite!
Babylon's name has something to do with babel or confusion - fitting since love is the most confusing thing in the world :)
my God i was goin to do language of love but then i like the silence better :)
wonderful!
Thank you for your comments, really appreciate them and they were my first very exciting!!!
Loved your comment, insightful, short and to the point. :-)
that is a sweet language of yours...
There's no more powerful language. Well expressed.
:) very nicely done.
and regarding your comment, i think there are something like 20 official indian languages. so i can see where the confusion can come from; but being indian, its just funny when someone asks me if i can speak indian. :D
Sweet and simple :)
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great language to speak!
The language of love is pure poetry. It doesn't take a lot of words to express that, just like how your short post pointed that out. Nice post and thank you for your comments on my post.
Hi Floreta, yeah, a lot of people picked up on this theme.
Thanks Dee Martin, it sure is confusing me!
Hi Americanising Desi, I think you made the right choice.
Hi LaLa, welcome to the bloggisphere!
Thanks Latree, love is sweet!
Thanks Tony, you should know!
Hi San, I knew what you meant, I was trying to be diplomatic.
Thanks Nana, you know what they say, they say: keep it simple, keep it sweet, when you're groovin' down the street...
Hi Jennifer, someone told me that the language of love was Italian once and the food of love was Greek!
Hi Adell, you're spot on and that's the point I was trying to make.
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