Loquaciousness,crafty talkativeness,
You are my foe
You are the slash of a peacock feather
In my Life's book
that never gives birth at all.
You give me woe and chagrin.
Wordiness, mute one, you are my friend
You are the sprout of the rainfall of words
and music that cheers.
My bosom friend, you'll never betray me
You give me hopes of vigour.
Talkativeness,
Quibbling garrulousness,
You are my preacher and illuminator of truth
But taciturnity,
It is the crown-feather of the learned,
It is the crown-feather of the fool too.
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