>>>Gift Of Words
Sun rays play with shadows
Words play like the sun
At will, they come into light
And play with my all emotions
They leave for me a gift of monologue which
Like a shadow goes after me.
Everywhere I carry them, too
As they ride on the back of my mind
And sing songs with a flute.
Without sound they chime a bell
Even they go behind the cloud.
Quickly they return back
When I am at rest
And start a conversation with me
In voice low clinging upon my heart.
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