Words Poem by My Stolen Identity
Words
Beautiful, intricate and free flowing with grace,
like a river, mountain or tears on a pretty face.
Looping and spinning,
as soft as white,
sending a message into the night.
They appear on the paper,
just spatters of ink,
they only have meaning when we stop and think.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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4/25/2024 5:50:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, describing the words beautifully.....for some they are just the words but for some they are heart and soul mashed up together on a simple paper. Nice write Keep writing