Words are words.

Everything is a word.

But what is a word?
What is its true being?
We use them all the time;

So frivolously.

We don’t take time to appreciate,

Each and every word we say.

Words are beautiful.

They are how we communicate.

They let us in someone else’s mind,

Or hear someone’s opinion.

They bring us together.

Words are so simple alone,

But so perfect together.

The End

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