Word Power1977
Come with your vestibule of words, soften the ebb of my internal tide. Whisper of dew and delights. Never speak of affection or promises.
Just sing of what is new. Share your family and friends. Fill my stricken state with syllables and people cells. Block out every hint
of two. Be plural with me, so I can perform as one.
Published on August 11, 2013 03:00