Thousands of words
Spill over the tongue
Like a river they flow
Like a fire they burn
Hot or cold
They flood
Some are caught immediately
Some understood much later
While others fall to the ground unnoticed
Some like feathers bursting from pillows
Blown in the wind
Never to return
What power there is in the tongue
Life and death within its grasp
Choose carefully your words my son
Choose carefully your words


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