Words
WORDS
Simple recipes of letters
with a dash of thought.
When served to one once-desired,
either bearing truth
or cloaking deceit,
none ever idle,
none ever empty.
These swords of diplomacy
cut both ways.
Copyright © Dick Tugwell | Year Posted 2022
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