Of Words
So much is placed
in the written word,
of life, dreams, fantasy
and gibberish.
We read such written
words daily, but do we
take the time to understand
them and the mind of the
writer behind them?
From childhood we are
taught to express through
our words, yet so much
is not understood.
The mind is complex,
it never rests until the
end when words will
no more transcend.
When the writer has gone,
will his words left behind be
of life, dreams, fantasy
or gibberish? We leave you
to decide!
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