Words In Flight.
A poetic mindset, not to forget,
Place a bet it's Russian roulette.
Instead of speak the words I think,
It transfers to paper with very dull ink.
Words cannot ever be so clear,
Until they have been seen appear.
A mute form of communication,
But I do it with little hesitation.
If my word were a bird, it might be a dove.
Its pure peace from above,
Free to fly and roam the sky,
You can't hear it much, but you see it pass by.
Words in my head like a bird in a cage,
So to set it free is to put it on page.
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