Cuaca language

In South America's ancient lands, Languages lost like shifting sands. Unclassified they remain unseen, Whispers of words that once had been. Campbell and Loukotka tried to find, The languages lost, left behind. But many were gone, no trace to see, Only a name, a distant memory. Ethnologue and Glottolog too, Sought to uncover what once was true. Yet the unclassified, they still remain, A puzzle unsolved, a linguistic chain. Were they truly distinct, these tongues unknown? Or merely names of regions, overblown? The truth may be lost, forever concealed, In the annals of time, never revealed. But let us remember these languages lost, Their whispers of words, at such a great cost. For in their absence, we learn to appreciate, The power of language, its ability to create. Random page: Ta-Ku