To articulate and talk is like heaven,
There is much conjecture about this.
Speech addresses the weak, halting our senses
To define the names of our choice, very sound.
Distressful and colourful the speech is,
Dialogues commanding, opening like tunnels
For the taking, inside there is a word.
We are the spectators of choice,
Our option sparkles from inside.
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Freedom of speech. Words burn like a fire within us until they delivered. Well written. Love; D