my words have limits
with meaning specific
I don't water them down
they can talk about anything
real or imagined
Words are magic
they can hide the rabbit
transform your thoughts
describe aspects of society
then bring the rabbit back
words can lie and tell the truth
if painted well enough
mean the same to me and you
words can drive you in to darkness
release the beast within
or share your thoughts with friends
when you run out of words forever
you have finally reached your end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What happens if I have more words but breath I have none where will the words go while I ascend, no more wordy fun?