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Words Worth


Words are not words but thoughts.


I never imagined there would be such goings on
Now I now,
And so I know now, 

In the deep world of words.
I never thought those foreign words
Could have such power to express emotions.
I never knew a single word
Could create something so unreal and real.
I never realized words could convey you 
To magical places which you’ve never imagined.
I never perceived words 
Were the language of thoughts.

Words are powerful enough to transmit all of this,
To transport you to mystical enchanted places,
To think of things you would never have thought of,
To speak that language that makes you imagine and create huge things.

That words are thoughts, 
And thoughts are words
As if you have words, you have power. 

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