With passion I carve a message to thee
From joyful glee on a shouting spree
Proclaiming fee to whom concern he
Happy as can be as I sit by the tree.
Songs of sin I sing for all
As I wonder the narrow field
To the misty paths of cloud mush bond
Secured from fear, in delicate tears.
The magic words glitter in bits
Tiny to view, impervious to soul
Spaciously wide, forever in tune
Into flicker blooms fresh from June.
Molded by time, as water through vines
The word so fine, and perfect for rhyme
A mode of expression, of deep collection
Speaker of fate, an enemy of hate.
A wondrous tool, used for great good
To speak your mind, with careful bind
In light of truth, to eternal youth
I write to you, go follow through.
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