Storm of words

on

Breaking clouds with tiny words

Words of inspiration

To hide any kind of desperation

Some words can destroy a heart

Some can build a path… A path to your lips

Stay, the word with terrible commitment

Love, the word with infinite beauty… Infinite sadness

Melancholy, a word so persistent

Every word has a storm of its own and everyone is full of emptiness…

Words, we know so many, yet we used so few

Trying to start every poem anew

And we crumble under the storm

When every trace of inspiration is gone…

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