worth more than flowers
Flowers wilt and die
words are permanently etched
Engraved in my memory forever
The way they were expressed
The sound of your voice or written by hand
Touching me deep in my soul
Like prose or lyrics
The symmetry and balance of your words
Touch in ways hands can’t
Wouldn’t know how
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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