I am in love with words –
passionately,
tenderly,
intimately.
They depict
the ambience
I inhale,
imbibe,
spew,
radiate.
They twang the harp-strings of my soul.
They creep into every corner of my thinking
and spread like smiles in the sun –
strange phrase “in the sun”
when the sun is ninety-three million miles away
(on average accounting for perihelion and aphelion)
but such is the power and delight and inconsistency
of
words.
I will adore and revere you forever, Words.
(10 June 2011)
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