I Will Not Draw

I learned languages today.
Carvings were important in those days
On bones
On shells
Hard surfaces like nowadays clay.

I learned languages modification.
It starts with an imagination
Then pictures turned perfection
Defining story
Defining worry
Of everyday life's expectation.

I learned languages' harmony.
The curves of the tongue creating irony
Accumulation became poetry
Captivating arts
Captivating hearts
Drawing found globally.

You are languages to me
Picture formed in my eyes
Pretty, soft sketches
But I will not draw you
For I will selfishly,
Refuse sharing you.