Words
Words, Words, Words, Dancing 'round my head.... Flying like a flock of birds waiting to be read. Words, Words, Words... They come to life, I dread! Conceived in silence unspoken and unheard In the poet's deep imaginings words imbed, Coming to life instantly with each flow of the Author's pen! Mary Gonzalez (c)2001 Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 07:18 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 10
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