
hundreds of words take flight
dancing through the air, in their way they're free
but they can never be far from me- I'm always near
they reach me from all around the world, from far away
from many different countries, each of them full of color and sound.
red is red, blue is blue, yellow and all the other colors too.
words take flight in this world of ours,
reaching those who can appreciate their folly.
the words go flying out into the air,
each one different from the other.
finally they come to a stop, they settle down and rest...
a place where they will never be forgotten.
words take flight, and they fly towards me.
they'll always be close to my heart and my soul
words are words, but words are all I know.
The Colors of Poetry: How Poets Weave Emotion and Language into a Vivid Tapestry
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