Deciphered messages are strewn across the floor
open envelopes and loose papers lay piled in corners
walk cautiously into the realm of the translator
careful now or you'll be trapped amongst her prisoners.
She reads and writes till the day breaks into night
even in her dreams she is haunted by her whims
she only has love for those beautiful coded words
where she can study each one till the light slowly dims.
Her passion for the beauty in foreign languages
is something many envy which leaves her quite lonely
is there no one who sees these words like she
no one loving symbols and signs quite so dearly.
Soon after many years, her love slowly leaves her and disappears
she slowly finds that she is unable to translate anything anymore
does she now teach what she used to do or start something new?
how did all that wonderful joy turn into insane sorrow?
Long ago, when a young girl embraced her gift
she undertsood and was certain how life would play out
she didnt care much for people, art, or other things
not knowing she would be another victim to life's musings.
Lately the translator has been walking around aimlessly
thinking, breathing and searching for another lover
is it too late to discover, that in this mysterious world
every scene plays out with stunning satire.
Photograph: my_quill_is_my_sword_V_by_LindaMarieAnson
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