A Word

a word is like a pod laden with a load of meanings, narrow and broad which if is to explode could bite bitter like bile of a crocodile, which goodies can curtail, and even derail. that vivacity can dilute, misunderstandings, inflate. it is chill, so cold, so frosty, it freezes a flowing mood a wicked discord a bloodbath threshold. yes, a word is like a sword so sharp and vile, it ravages mighty hearts, so cruel, it debases savory love. it ruins. a word can curse. but a word is a reward that heals broken mood which meals hearts devoid that kills the art of paranoid. it is dripping dews of harmony. a word can bless.