(Ita-Ogbolu)

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Spoken Word

Just like a broken egg
Word spoken cannot be gathered
It disappears but continually echos
In the heart of the hearers
Spoken word is life frames
We are what we uttered
So, whatever comes your way
Speak like God to it
It will soon fizzle out
And you will be
Like the spoken word, once again.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 26, 2013


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  • Anthony Di''anno (3/14/2013 2:29:00 PM)

    So true. How I wince when I remember the hurtful words I have sent flying into anothers ears and heart.
    Sage advice my friend.

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  • Hari Smith Holms (3/14/2013 9:18:00 AM)

    A nice advice. It is called arrow and words once thrown can't be taken back.You have wonderfully presented this theme.

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