Word is all that I think,
Word is all that I ink.
For one to feel it,
One to grow outside pit.
Where a body couldn't arrive,
I send a soul to strive.
To make a star alive,
To give your dead night a life.
Let it flow through whole,
Till it reach your soul.
As it is not an art,
If it can't knock your heart.
And as they say,
It is here to stay,
It shall remain immortal,
In this world of mortal.
©amberstuff
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