Is There a Mystery in WordsA Poem by Alfred KukitzI often ask myself how words can possess some mysterious revelation.Is there a mystery in words? Once, it was said again, repeated like an echo, Falling into octaves no one could hear Except perhaps a butterfly. © 2014 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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