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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