Words

Words

By Anne of Lothlorien Some words are ancient As old as the ages With green, newborn words They’re put down on pages But they dance off the paper And run down the street Stopping and bowing To people they meet They ride on the clouds And climb through the trees...
Waiting for the Words to Come

Waiting for the Words to Come

By Bethany Vela Lost in thought, lost in mind, Trapped in a page of written lines. Can’t break free; Would I even want to? I have a story to tell, Let me tell it to you. The night is late; I cannot sleep. I will not dream, I will not eat. Without the words, I am...
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