Words play inside us
Turning into dreams
That come to comfort
Like the softly lit sky
As dawn announces
The sun’s presence
Words ring for generations
Until they are put to rest
But why? When they unite
Why not? When they divide
Letting words ripen within
We extract pleasure or pain
The roots are generous
Welcoming more each day
When we bear fruit
Letting our words fall
Full of silky sweetness
Brings energy that will thrive
It lives on, as our words
Words
They live on. A poem.
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