I birth the words.
I breed them into sensibles.
I present them line by line
and then they fly away,
never to be seen again.
generation after generation,
every brood, a different sensible.
but put them out there, perched,
and boom, they fly away.
the species of meaning varies
but they all have meaningful wings.
and once mature enough to be understood,
they fly away.
there are now flocks out there.
others may see them and wonder.
where did these words come from?
no bother.
if it is a sight for sore eyes,
it was genuinely worth it to me.
so I birth words, ongoingly . . .
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