Wow
Wow
The spaces an idea or thought
can elevate or drive the spoken
or written word towards
Be they cursid dank and dark
or brighter than a fireflies belly
or all that's inbetween the breathing
and the pauses
To note the death that war has
waged on soldiers loved one's
To speak and tell of love and
loss and breaking up
To expressions of sorrow and
regret on an apology letter
Or just to be a storyteller with
a fertile imagination
Such as a laureate trading word's
against swords armed with only
a well of ink parchment and a
scribe in hand
Dying a death by a thousand
paper cuts
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