Poetry and written word
A chance to dress our speech in new clothes.
An occasion to celebrate and to see
Sound as tangible relief.
A dance of wild words tamed by the tongue,
A well-behaved emotion, set free from religious politeness,
Sets fire to the breath and brands the air, a
Song stealing death from bodies, holding souls by the
Chests and graces our eyes with
A glimpse of eternity.
A gift to the undeserving, smiling through hurting,
The word, the
Agonising hope.
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