Words have their own feelings,
emotions and moods,
when they leave us suddenly
we then sound so crude
Meanings not felt,
are hollow to the core,
my voice calls out
still always wanting more
So I try and I try,
to seek them out..once again,
but my heart's painful journey
knows it can't win
Forever forgotten ...
lonely and scarred,
words of love, dreams and beauty
won't come to this bard
Mans soul is unique...
kept in a beautiful space,
Words are powerful objects
and both have... their own place
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