The windows of my thoughts,
Are the words that I form.
They can let the sun shine in,
Or keep at bay, a storm.
They can change an expression,
From gay to melancholy.
Words are a powerful tool,
And can be ones utter folly.
They can come from a saint
Or a sinner, it matters not.
We judge people by what they say,
Yet we are fooled a lot.
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nice one
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane