WORD
The word comes out of me.
with a rare flavor and aroma...
I season them with care
so that they can be served,
food, fine poetry...
I try to prepare them
sprinkling honey and love,
so that the ideas
and poems come out
sweet... delicacies!
Words are, beyond everything,
supportive companions...
With them I never feel alone,
with them I do not suffer agony...
Words, then, divine friend,
semper fidelis companion...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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