Forgotten Language

A cycle of poems «Whispers of Mari El»

In the shadows of the forest, where the old spirits dwell, 
Whispers of the ancients weave a haunting spell. 
Echoes of the past drift through the misty air, 
A language lost to time, yet it lingers everywhere. 

Oh, forgotten language, speak to my soul, 
In the heart of the wild, let your stories unfold. 
With every rustling leaf and every crack of the night, 
I’ll remember your wisdom, I’ll reclaim your light. 

Underneath the silver moon, where the wild rivers flow, 
The songs of the earth call to those who know. 
Through the dance of the flames and the howl of the wind, 
I hear the voices rising from the places I've been. 

Oh, forgotten language, speak to my soul, 
In the heart of the wild, let your stories unfold. 
With every rustling leaf and every crack of the night, 
I’ll remember your wisdom, I’ll reclaim your light. 

In the runes of the stones and the patterns of the stars, 
The tales of our ancestors echo from afar. 
With each heartbeat I gather the threads of their song, 
In this tapestry woven, I know where I belong. 

Let the fire burn brighter as we gather in a ring, 
With our hearts as our banners, let us rise and sing. 
For in unity we find that forgotten refrain, 
A language of the earth, in joy and in pain. 

Oh, forgotten language, speak to my soul, 
In the heart of the wild, let your stories unfold. 
With every rustling leaf and every crack of the night, 
I’ll remember your wisdom, I’ll reclaim your light. 

So let us walk together through these ancient woods deep, 
With the echoes of our forebears guiding us as we leap. 
In every step we take and every breath we share, 
The forgotten language lives on in the love that we bear.