Words fly,
words cry,
words love,
words hate.
Speaking, talking, conversing,
a gift from above descending.
A gift to tell the truth,
or sell a lie in sooth.
Words fly in the world around,
cry with an aweful sound,
love with a wonderfull ring to it,
hate rising with each word that hit.
A two sided blade,
cutting your throat,
A two sided blade,
gifting a beautiful note.
We can't take back what we said,
Be carefull with Medusas head.
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