They are strings of words written
Some stay attached to you, bitten.
Some give warmth like mittens.
Some are absolutely adorable like kittens.
The power of words
Is hard to define
Words of a language lost
Are designs on rocks
A word is enough to
Build up an everlasting bond
And words lost,
Is the route to war.
But
Words, my friend,
Are letters spelled
For one who know none,
They mean zilch.
YOU ARE READING
string of words
PoetryPoems come to me like Words falling from the sky creating an ache in my chest Forcing my hand to write it.
