Sunday, August 21, 2005

Words - Sunday 21/08/05


There is no gift so precious
To me
As words; I find it easy
To get drunk on words.
On short words and long ones
And complicated ones.
I like words that sing and dance
And which burn the page they’re written on.
Words can say so much and
They can build a barrier so high
It is unclimbable.
I can hide behind words, set up
A smokescreen to hide
From you.
© C P Brooks 1995


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