Words To Me…..!

Words To Me.....! short poem

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“I see words……..
psychedelic words….
fluttering all around
and I am stupefied!

for they are talking…….
like I don’t exist
and they ignore
like I don’t matter!

But they don’t go away
even when I scream
and shut my eyes
and cover my ears!

All I ever did
is mill around
until I lettered to float
with the flutter in the heart!

Now, once in a while I see
them dispose and compile
and smile at me with a guile
like only a lily of the Nile!”

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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