Words
But what are those sweet things
And are they indeed so sweet
Or do they intimidate you with their bitter stare
Open your ears to them words
Who's a liar and who speaks fabricated truths
Whose hand protrudes above the ocean's surface
Who's floating on solid clouds
Roll those words on your tongue
Let them misguide the travellers
Try to defeat the enemy's army
An army consisted of the ones who found their way home.
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A/N: Small, I know, but not meaningless. I really hope you liked it :)
- Mat
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Lamprophony
PoetryLamprophony (= loudness and clarity of voice) A collection of poems for when we raise our voices to be heard over the hustle of the wind, the roar of the crowd, the frantic beating of our hearts.
