Words.
I used to believe in words.
When words fail me, scattered
in the figment of my imagination,
shimmering,
I watch it float blowing in the wind.
Words.
I used to believe in words.
When words fail me, scattered
in the figment of my imagination,
shimmering,
I watch it float blowing in the wind.
Those darn words! Who ever knew they’d grow wings and disappear.
I laughed so hard with your comment, VJ. Your comment is so funny. Thank you.
Lol. You’re welcome.
You can buy a vowel. Don’t push it, Perpetua…
How do I put vowels into word, Lois? E-I-E-I-O … old McDonald has a farm E-I-E-I-O
Perfect! pIg, hOrsE and cOw are most happy!
Oh, you’re so witty, pretty and bright πΌπ€πΊπ»π₯πΉπ·