Friday, February 11, 2011

THE WORDSMITH

 

Words live in you,

you write their fate off ,

oodles of beauty

n peace.

You hold,toss,kick, sway and play,

chain-smoke n be gay,

u pipe them like a piper

and they dance to your muse.

Pour

incessantly like the delicate drops of rain

making my heart gain

a beat more.

You juggle

the realities with frailties,verses with emotions

mix them up well,

dress them up with frills and laces.

Dreams wear appearances,

nuiances take shape

dreamy smiles, harsh realities

all well served in the platter.

The magic swoons and cast a spell,

I fall in love and embrace them

making them mine

forever.

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