Word magic, it is-- The tendrilled pouring forth Of piercing verses, Into my chipped goblet Of vacuous existence. Word magic, It has always been. For nary a fool May ever decipher The choking void, Deep within my soul; Yet, that nefarious vacuum Is all, I have, to forge hope For the ones I love-- To appear, as though, I'll survive. Word magic, it is. "Word Magic" (c) Pinterest Photo. #word_magic #diwa #yqbaba
