NEW WORDS

they have been friends of mine these many years
often they came from somewhere deep inside
welling up as water released like tears
rivulets of thought o’er blank sheets they’d slide
much as if they played with their own beauty
we cannot live without words nor want to
a sword to use against our enemy
people are learning yet all this is new
often borrowing words from Cervantes
allows me to tell of this wondrous place
knowing words is not always knowing thoughts
most happy while held in their warm embrace
worn by elusive words I would master
if I sleep tomorrow will come faster

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