A word is an orphan
That fears not oblivion.
Nor does it cry
To attract attention
[Unlike a flower that oversteps
Its leaves to claim a throne,
Or butterly that flutters from
Stem to stem in search
Of sweets.]
Alone yet not lonely
A word just waits
For you to find it.
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