Words are not words
They are our proxy
They air our soul
To the soul of earth
For once and forever
Once it goes, its gone
Gone with a note
Note with a quote
Quote with a vote
Along with a bolt
It never goes waste
However it may taste
Will always get paste
With a time a haste
On the walls for age
So lets choose them nice
To make the souls rise
Even when our soul dies
Lets make it a rite
To air our words wise
what a poem with beautiful rhyming.......... words flown beyond the soul...ah! poetry
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Even when our soul dies ...... To air our words wise Wise words on Words from a poet a thought to be heeded by all Angel