But without these words, the thought would not be complete. Words are enough to achieve a certain feat. Verses bring life to complex emotions from stone. But some emotions are better expressed by words alone.
Words may be a brainchild of the senses, a cousin of shrouded feelings, a distant lover of hopeful wishes.
But it would always remain in papyrus, in coffee-stained napkins, in the whisper of the breeze.
What are compound syllables without action, without justified reason, without the process for progress.
this is one of my anonymous favorite poetry exchange. we often forget that there are two sides in the same coin.