What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

I’ll bring the tounges if you bring the snakes…

Dearest Gentle Reader,

In whispers of time, through ages gone by,
My oldest possession, beneath the vast sky,
Not crafted by hands, nor forged by design,
But carried in whispers, in voices divine.

From ancients who wandered, through lands far and wide,
Their tongues like the rivers, did ebb and did glide,
In syllables sacred, in verses profound,
Their languages linger, a resonant sound.

כל מילה היא שריד, סיפור שלא סופר, מפתח לסודות, של לבבות אמיצים ונועזים, בניבים שזורים, בחוכמה ובחן, העבר וההווה, בהם אני מחבק.

(Each word is a relic, a story untold,
A key to the secrets, of hearts brave and bold,
In dialects woven, with wisdom and grace,
The past and the present, in them I embrace.

Durch Kriege und durch Frieden, durch Freude und durch Streit, Diese Sprachen atmen, sie schimmern vor Leben, Ein unsichtbares und doch lebendiges und wahrhaftiges Erbstück, In Echos kommen sie, wie der Morgentau.

(Through wars and through peace, through joy and through strife,
These languages breathe, they shimmer with life,
An heirloom unseen, yet vibrant and true,
In echoes they come, like the morning dew.)

So I speak with the voices of those who have been,
In languages ancient, their spirits within,
For my oldest possession, a gift beyond gold,
Are the tongues of my ancestors, their stories retold.

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