Beautiful words (I Love them)

have wings and fly away.

---------They mean nothing, they are nothing.

Empty consonants and vowels sleep

in words so sweet, conjuring the dark,

shaping spells yesterday and even


--------They are prophecies written in the air.

Beautiful words (who doesn't like them?)

burn us with such a delicious care.

They sanctify our eyes, they bless our souls.

----------Then they bury our hearts in lovely holes.

Karla Bardanza

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