Palindromes
A word takes flight, then turns around,
The selfsame sound, on hallowed ground.
Each letter placed with careful art,
A backward start, held in its heart.
From "madam" soft to "racecar" bold,
A story told, both new and old.
They dance and weave, a curious grace,
In time and space, they hold their place.
©bfa042525
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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