Words
Words are things.
They can sting.
They can soothe.
They can laugh and sing.
They can cry.
They can be like the sun.
And do for the heart
what light can do for a field.
Tenderly, I now use them
Knowing one day we will part
with bliss into eternal wordlessness.
Michael
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