Words have the power to heal.
Words have the power to destroy.
A Wise writer uses them carefully
As sometimes they flow
As if they know in themselves what it written on your soul
Yet at times they must be calculated
Never cold but well thought and warm with a love of warm vibration.
If you find the subject of your desire,
If you seek and find what it is that you truly wish to write of
Then your heart will release the blueprints,
Flow will those words like the grandest cascade
Of nature’s showcase wonderment
Leaving you lakes of beauty to wade through
As you forget the shade
Baked beneath Apollo’s kiss
Ah, Bliss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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