Language, lost or found,
Some of it missing, much
Of it missed. I speak of
Mine, not his. I lost my
Voice in the language of
My motherland, the one
Spoken by my mother, a
Loss I find inexplicable
But troubling. How did I
Forget familiar sounds,
Making them foreign? I
Guess I should say once
Familiar. Now foreign.
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