You know it's true, I find my kin
With those who waken worlds within
A tender saying, placed just right
Will melt the armor and the might
A harsh word, though it seldom used
Will make a poor soul feel abused
An encouragement, carefully placed
Will spur one on to win the race
An ominous word amplifies fear
Push you far or draw you near
Impassioned prose will make her act
No difference if it's false or fact
Imagination, jotted down
Will turn the lost into the found
I decorate in written script
Pondering with ink
I will not settle till pristine
Perfect and in sync
So keep your trinkets to yourself
Your mink and finery
Hang your drapes, adorn your shelf
Only words make us free
Thanks for reading!
Love, snowpea ❤
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