If words had wings,
It would spread its wings and make the surroundings blissful,
It would not pierce someone’s heart,
It would just fly through many hearts,
To remove its pain and make it happy.
The bow holder will never have to worry
If the arrow hurts anyone,
Because he can leave another arrow,
To cut its wings and kill it,
Before it kills someone else…
It feels so heavenly to see all,
All the beautiful words flying,
Around spreading the brightness of its gaze…
People would cage those beautiful and kind words,
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