A Word
a word is like a pod
laden with a load
of meanings, narrow and broad
which if is to explode
could bite bitter like bile
of a crocodile,
which goodies can curtail,
and even derail.
that vivacity can dilute,
misunderstandings, inflate.
it is chill, so cold,
so frosty, it freezes a flowing mood
a wicked discord
a bloodbath threshold.
yes, a word is like a sword
so sharp and vile, it ravages mighty hearts,
so cruel, it debases savory love.
it ruins.
a word can curse.
but a word is a reward
that heals broken mood
which meals hearts devoid
that kills the art of paranoid.
it is dripping dews of harmony.
a word can bless.
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