Words have wings,
flying free in their prose
from the tops of trees,
illuminating emotions,
feathered folly mindful
of gliding notes, drifting
down in lyrical sounds,
when words work together,
they dream of where they're
going and what they might say.
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wingwords mystic of the mind...very descriptive poem