Let your words be a dropp of perfume
Its fragrance enthralling the senses
As it spreads out on the breeze
Let your words be a clean, fresh spring
Refreshing to those who thirst to hear it
And those who long to drink.
Let your words be a river
Where peacefulness and tranquility fluxes
Its murmur relaxing to the ears
Let your words be an ocean
Full of finest pearls of knowledge and wisdom
Smooth, they gleam under a bright sun.
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