How fickle words are,

A few simple vowels uttered in but a few seconds,

Have the inveterate power to completely wash away years,

Leaving only hollow voices, aromas, and tastes in their wake.

How easy it would be to ignore those benighted syllables,

Uttered only to the wise wind which will carry them,


To the gentle ears of those who will not know their meaning,

And will not care.

The End

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