Thursday, 1 December 2016


Words can became arrow,
And would go apart,
Words can be breeze,
And blossom your heart.

Words can be gale of demon,
And can rend your innocent world,
Words can be fortune of rain,
And can be spring for droughted hurled.

Words can be auspicious blast
And can be greenery of optimism,
Words can be evil flood that last,
And can sink you in pessimism.

So, choice is much yours,
Of bitter or fruity tongue,
You want to be amicable person,
Either a nightmare for everyone.

Written by
Ifa Agnes

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