Words

Come, words
I called you friends
Don’t shy away
Come dance for me
Weave your patterns
Cast your spell
Enthral the reader
With the magic sound
That tinkles on
The inner ear.
Sublime, supreme
Surreal, superb
Surprise me once again
Sing and dance
And skip and prance
As only you
Know how.

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About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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One Response to Words

  1. paulaacton says:

    I have missed your words, hopefully now am back to catching up

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