Perhaps the strangest thing in all the Earth
is the ability of words to act as both keys to stubborn locks,
and cages of what cannot be described.
For no words can give proper value
to a scene of stunning awe,
or the connection of two lovers,
entwined in a somber embrace,
or the feeling of holding a newborn child for the first time.
Any attempt is like trying to capture a wild animal,
whose strength surpasses that of its binds.
Some things are purely indescribable,
and should remain that way.

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