The Beauty of Words
These words, here before me,
Carry meanings, so free.
That phrase, over there,
Evokes images, so rare.
This sentence, so precise,
Paints a picture, concisely.
Those expressions, beyond,
Stir emotions, so fond.
I ponder these terms,
Their elegance, it yearns.
You hear them, so clearly,
Their impact is so near.
The rhythm of speech,
These words, they implore.
Flowing, ebbing, with grace,
Captivating this space.
In the dance of langue,
Beauty's song is sung.
Words that enchant, enrapture,
Their power, they capture.
These symbols are so bold,
Truths they unfold.
Repainting the world,
With hues, ever true.
Oh, the beauty of words,
Their splendour, is stirred.
In this language, so grand,
I find joy, close at hand.
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