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
tomorrow.
--------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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