Kerouac Lives - 291 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 291
Rating: ★5.0
I can't mess with words
Body and soul...pure
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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8/29/2026 6:56:03 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Words an be sharper and sting more painfully then any knife. We can yield them to good or bad. language is the first tool in warfare.2 lines but filled with enigmatic beauty
Insightful and wise. Greatly appreciate your very positive response in your choice of words: filled with enigmatic beauty!