*Words*
Words are spoken,
To silent ears.
Words are threads,
To bond of years.
Words are shared,
To be safe from sound.
Words are heard,
To return after going around.
Words are drawn,
To the sroke of pen and quill.
Words are sung,
Near the sea, behind the mill.
Words are sharpened,
To play the role of knife,
Words are deadly,
They don't heal for life.
Words are peaceful,
Demanding no return of their altruism.
Words are gay,
Carving out the cynicism.
Words are fire,
They melt broken glass,
Words are ice,
Simplest weapon to be crass.
Words are something,
To the one's who listen.
Words are everything,
To the one's whse emotions glisten.
Words are anything,
To the ones who try to make sense,
Words are nothing,
To the one's whose hearing is dense.
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A/N:
Forgive me my lords and ladies. Another bad day. Couldn't write a better one in 10 minutes today.
I promise you to bring fresh new stock by tomorrow.
Until then,
#Day24complete
Lovelove!
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Work Of Words
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