Words

Words always grow

Come welling up from the mysterious meaning of life

That’s why

Words aren’t concocted form like human

They are the consensus of life and existence

Only they mirrored the true image of god

Word is grass

The grasses of heaven only haven of the true poets

Word buries in Golgotha

Where every grass dance with the spirit of silent words.

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