Words

words have echoes
our common bond,
upon history’s lips
the great thinker’s thoughts
are a romantic’s kiss;
words have voices,
gravestone epitaphs,
or initials carved to a tree,
ringing through hallways
and whispering through the sheets;
words have tastes,
sweet as golden summer
and cool as Robert Frost.

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One Response to Words

  1. annieepoetry says:

    nice

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