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Of Word

Lifting mountains, raising sky scrapers

Paving grass and growing castles.

A blank canvas is anything but white,

Now blue and always forever grey.

Alliteration, utterance, sounds and voices,

To topple gods, or bring down bad guys.

To seduce a love, or even earn your place.

These are the power of words.

Telling you I am sorry.

Has never been as fun as creating just one small place…

But the moments faded.

Trees and lakes, seabed and deserts

Eagles and dragons, sometimes, rarely, even Bilbo bagins

These are the power of words.

Passion and anger, freedom and captivity

The loss of a nation

The start of a home.

Three rooms. One bathroom. And little details,

Like dust, and shoe laces, umbrella’s hat’s and

A child’s imagination too.

Created by them,

To be spoken by us.

These are the power of words.

Going even deeper, changes in habit

Alliances and misgivings.

Those moments that are brilliant

Overshadowed

By doubt in fulfilment.

A scientist’s love, of what’s deep beneath

Began in a book

That he once read.  Names are just places and places are just gifts,

Giving life in all the right places…

These are the power of words.

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