Did you actually try to get into my mind
When you plagiarized my work
Please tell me you felt some kind of connection
A passion for life or a creative thirst

Truth is I don't actually care
Hell you can get my words out there everywhere
In the flesh as well as in the stone
In the moans as well as in the groans
In the whispers of death
My words are all that will be left
So take them now and sign your name
Just remember
When you're gone
My words will still remain
...

There was
none
to
listen
to her

Her words were like:

- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!
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