How I Love your words!
Your fanciful, glowing, transcendent, effervescent words.
Pass the honey, wink words.
The I can’t breath without sighing, words,
wow!
Yea,
singing in the rain words.
Pablo Neruda could not have asked the time more eloquently words.
and when you listen,
Man
how I long for that too.
I can take on the world with words
and when you don’t
I …
have no words for that.
…
and I guess you don’t either
…
anymore.
Betty G
The rising tide 
to all who still believe in the power of words … and who grieve their silence … wonderful poem Betty.
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Thank you. :)
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Silence as a weapon has been on my mind lately. And as a white flag of surrender too. Nice poem. Thank you!
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yes I like that. I am stealing that idea. : ) thank you
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i have never underestimated the power of silence
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True, It does speak volumes.
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