We say, you speak low to catch
The words leaving your mouth
Before they vanish into  snows
As vapor ascending snow hills.

Your mouth never knew words.
Sounds as if struck by  wonder
Escape when you open  mouth
But  different sound each time.

(on reading Rumi’s poem “who says words with my mouth”)

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