and when you do sit down to say your piece, words suddenly turn strangers, shrug their shoulders and walk away. you are left staring at them, beseeching them, please come back, you little Rumpelstiltskins, this is when i need you but no they are gone and you are here, you and now; darling if you really meant it, it will come through wordlessly perfect.
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Very nice, Gulnaz:)
Many poems come so wordlessly perfect- if only, if only....!! :)
wishes,
devika
Love that phrase 'words turn strangers'! Actions really do speak louder than words yet sometimes it seems words are all we have...
Janice- yea words are like this lovely set of coloured crayons but sometimes that exact shade is not there ...thanks! :))
Happens all too often!
Your word verification, aptly enough, is MATES
CJ- lolz absolutely mate!
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