The Written Word

My thoughts look better on paper.

I write fields of daisies,

But I speak an endless desert.

A hurricane comes from my pen,

But my voice has never seen rain.

I write in exclamation points!

But speak in ellipses. . .

My words are better seen than heard.

 

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