Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Words are like birds

They fly away when you try

To scribble a riddle

Or describe a nettle.

Words are like an eel,

They are slippery still,

If well put they may heal,

The soul of a beloved ill.

Take words for a thief

That has taken the wife of a thief

And may get caught if,

He has come to a dead end, the cliff.

Words sometimes bite

With their ironical might.

They may provoke a fight

Or keep one awake all night.

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