The words that linger
Within my somber mind.
Seek the escape to light,
Where happiness they find.
Words need togetherness,
Much like us mortals be.
The sounds that they create,
Are like the waves at sea.
It is a harmony of thought,
That makes them dance about.
No longer are they silent;
God, you can hear them shout.
Their joy is like a musical note,
With a lively melodious sound.
Can I, the writer, know their joy,
When they’re no longer bound.
Symphonies of symphonies,
What have I wrought this night.
Their joy has left me speechless;
To a poet that’s a fright.
thought provoking read
budd
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