Words.
'Its only..........
…...words.
But they are out of reach
in a mist......
…...missed.
Words used to stream
like a river in its youth
flowing fast and shaping its route.
Putting in a hand
caught a palm full,
dripping onto the page,
then drying,
coming of age
and silently speaking.
But that was then.
And now - they have been kidnapped.
More silent than the silence.
Words in captivity.
Secured in mist ….
….....missed.
The ransom note hasn't come.
Because
I
have the pen
to write it.........
but not the words.
Only its …..
…...words.
Words.
Kw 20/10/26
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