Words...how they wend and wind their way into your mind
and through your heart taking pause or not at the door of your lips.
With purpose they move with sound beyond to touch with arrows
or curved syllables of silken sentiments.
How I hope for pause, to collect their effect.
Rather than the barrage of stinging barbs and an instant wish for retract.
Swallowed, they were forgiven and only known by two.
Released, they become the world's fodder for conviction.
The ability to wait, to ponder to hold them as unmolded letters, unformed and unfurled. Beautiful words are a delicacy to be cherished.
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