Words…
They come in many shapes and sizes:
From obese and grotesque,
To curvaceous and pristine.
I LOVE words when they’re strung along,
Like children holding the rope that links them to their teacher.
I love how they can dance across a page in front of your eyes and,
I love how they can make a pretty melody as they beat your drum and,
I love how they can paint mosaics inside your mind and,
I love how they can weave all three sensations and crawl up your spine…
Leaving you with your hairs standing at attention,
To witness…
Words.
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