4:06 — Translation

When dreaming,
she is fluent in languages
her conscious tongue cannot manage.

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Today’s poem is partially inspired by a piece shared on the Day 6 prompt of NaPoWriMo. The featured piece combines two of my favorite things—poetry and photography—and the translation reminds me that I have yet to learn a second language.

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