Birth Of Words - 05
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Like a lonely voyager
The river of words-
rove miles and miles
of roads of deserted pain.
The sunshine sneaks
through the veils of
dark walking clouds
across the banks of
the last autumn sky.
At this moment
of elegance and ecstasy
Words are born.
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