The magic of words
will always be
free as roaming birds
in open country
Often we neglect
Failing to connect
with who matters most
Words – stranded ghost
Silence is not golden
Author is mistaken
Chatter illuminates
the void of debates
Years are but whispers
a bullet train
Cutting corners
becomes life’s sticky bain
And we say goodbye
Goodnight – good morning
An exchange flown by
Not even thought provoking
