Words can be amazing, whether spoken or written on the page.
Like the stroke of the artist’s brush, they paint calm, they can stir up rage.
When the words, as the harpists fingers, skillfully strike the chords of the human heart
They can resonate most beautifully, sounding joy, thus fulfilling their intended part.
When the words arrive like the sound of a horn, in a never-ending blare,
They can numb the heart with their discord, driving out the peace that once was there.
If the words that I send find harmony, to continue simply answer, “yes”.
If the words are an endless blare, a simple “no” will put them to rest.

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