Sunday, 29 May 2011

Words

I write poetry and then quickly erase it - most of the time its non-sense about bumble bees taken picnics with lions however sometime it has meaning - like everything in life has a meaning. 

A meaning often hidden with metaphors and pathetic fallacy. Words describe in such fashion - to many they are just words yet to other they have meaning - like reading between the lines and finding comfort in the words before you. 

Comforting words are great - more than great. Hearing them is like a hot cup of tea on a winters morning - would not you agree? 


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