Power of Word

The first time I wrote a verse

On and on words I rehearsed.

My pencil, it speaks.

For others to listen.

Gives me strength to the weak,

Grant blind, the vision.

Used to think it wasn’t with worth

But had the priceless feeling of

a baby’s birth.

Though my head spins, like

the movement of Earth

I found out the powerful

magic of words.

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