words......
splash onto paper in patterns and rhyme
escaping the clock
slipping through time
following free as the pen points the way
to what my shy heart
always wanted to say
when treasure needs finding, a voice can delay it
my hand takes a pencil
and together they say it
it listens in ways that hearing cannot
can capture a smile
and etch it in thought
don't judge it on surface, let something emerge
for those who trust in it
lies more than just
words.....
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