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Words


Flying. Soaring. Coming alive.
My dreams unfold before my eyes.
They're only words, some people say,
But my imagination sees it a different way.

I can write up a world that's all my own. 
A castle, a wood, a combat zone.
I can be a ninja, a princess, a sheriff's deputy. 
There's really no limit to my creativity.

The best part of writing is that it's not just for me.
I can share it with others, who might just agree.
I might give them some joy, I might make them think.
So much can be said with words written in ink.

The power of rhyme is so very strong. 
It impacts people. And helps them belong.
I want my words to make a change. Be the difference. Stand out.
Our words can make the world a better place. Now that's something to think about. 
 

 

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