Little Words

Your little words, could be wasted breath.

Could have kissed heaven, or tasted death.

But, I am an ocean of infinite depth without a crossing,

Where your words will drown or get lost in.

I am a mountain of greatest height with a path unseen,

Where your words will fall or die in between.

I am a universe of illusion with a sour portrait,

Where your words will blurred or be quiet.

So keep your little words and verbal jousting.

Little words don’t work, and small talk, is exhausting.


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