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Even Simple
Words
Sometimes,
Even
simple words
Send multiple messages
To different readers
Depending
On where, on when,
On why, they sit
Deciphering the thoughts
Created one by one
By
the letters stepping
Off the page, the screen,
Into their minds,
Their dreams, their desires,
Their fears, their desperation,
Their loves, their hates, and
Yes dear soul it’s
Not by chance
That you are
Here sorting this,
Although sometimes in
Our humble earthly sphere
We may think it is.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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