Echoes
My previous words,
I have spoken
return to me like birds
strange how this has awoken
For these kind words never die,
but return to fly
For good things we say
are like birds at play
Kind words will always exist,
unlike shouting and use of fist
kind words never die,
they will return to fly
These words echo,
rebound if you will
for good words never go
they never maim or kill,
always they flow
these echoes,
sound out your heart
and beat like a drum,
many good words to come
for words never die,
for the good ones fly
bad ones decay,
brought up another day
swear and curse
all for the worse
the good words you hold in your heart and hand,
release these words
for they are your golden birds,
let them populate the land,
let them go
for they will return as an echo
for golden words
never die,
but always rebound,
as words of golden,
let them fly,
let them flow
hear their sound
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