Biro the brave heart,
liberated the wasted words,
that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper,
imprisoned and not found.
Words that have been fed with feeble fever,
swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs.
Neglect from the puzzle prime minister.
But biro the brave heart pen,
together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed,
slowly walking around each word,
in a captivating circle,
made out of incentive ink.
The circle of meaningful medicine,
that cures the words emptiness,
and installs a ventilator
so, it can breathe value.
Words that are ready to breathe value,
the words I am looking for so,
that my figure of speech is finally alive.
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I am such a word search enthusiast... so used that as my inspiration for this poem.... enjoy!! 😁