I love vowels.

No language, or alphabet

No story, or word

Would resist a world without vowels

. . .

They connect letters

And out of words

Give a meaning to an abstract world

. . .

As a young boy

Learning or trying

To learn the language

Vowels were my favourite

. . .

I like the sound

It’s easy

It’s beautiful

and unique, only five in total

. . .

I love vowels.

No language, or alphabet

No story, or word

Would resist a world without vowels

. . .

But out of a sudden

When going deep into my relationship with the studies

Everything got harder

And harder

. . .

More difficult concepts

And ways to use the language

Made me feel scared

How things will be? I used think

. . .

But I always, always

Always

Was confident that everything would be ok

That everything will be ok

. . .

So I learned

One by one

Concept by concept

. . .

One in particular

Was very interesting

Hiatus

A break between two vowels

Coming together

But not in the same syllable

As in “ear”

and “cooperate”

. . .

It’s two vowels

Together

but separated

. . .

After the first vowel, it feels like it’s the end

Hard times

No light at the end of the tunnel

. . .

But then after a short interval

Here it comes the next vowel

Together

but separated

. . .

In a different syllable

But in the same word

In the same wave lenght

. . .

A vowel is a beautiful thing

One is good

Two is better

. . .

No story, or word

Would resist a world without vowels