dust settled where you once spoke
resting imprints of words
pressed against the past
close the future as it would be
new day coming
shake dust off my feet
dust settled where you once spoke
resting imprints of words
pressed against the past
close the future as it would be
new day coming
shake dust off my feet
in the beginning was the word
only the word will remain
the only pure creative form
that can live without adultery
wordsmiths and rhetoricians
forever the practise of only men and women
words cannot be replaced
storytellers cannot be replaced
poets cannot be replaced
only lost or forgotten
the art of storytelling
a poet’s verse
they are the most valuable commodities