Picture by Liz Foulis a Scottish artist in response to a busy noisy world of too many words.
Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
l went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread out on all sides!
I come upon the tracks of roe deer in the snow.
Language but no words
Tomas Tranströmer
Beautiful poem, thank you.
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