Words, they vibrate,
like the strings of a guitar,
sending their energies,
out into open spaces.
Like GPS, they latch on,
without fail on the target,
merging with that body’s rythm,
enhancing or destroying it.
So simple, these words,
yet so heavy, that,
can break a mountain down,
to a bloody single stone.
Whats in a word, some say,
or a conversation, so futile.
They forget, words,
is the music, that
the mind thinks,
the thoughts make,
the mouth whispers.
A window to the soul,
the doorway to
cosmic heaven or hell
these words….


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