No Value? Ha!
Her offerings, not of words themselves
But of her, her deep inflections
She gives us light and truth and love
She gives a soul direction
The words she pens, they’re more than ink
They’re a stem of her true being
For with the words, she allows us sight
Into the very core, the meaning
So, never dare to suppress her gift
Her talents shine the true light
It would do you good, to try your best
To feel, just what she writes
In reponse to "Useless" by Kristin Reynolds
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