Words flow
From our veins
Magic words
In our brains.

Pictures painted with a pen
Lovely sight don’t let it end.

Strings of letters
My salvation.
Places where I
Can be at peace in.

Keep on writing
‘till you drop.
If you’re reading
Still don’t stop.

Secret hideout
In these words.
They lift you up
Like wings of birds.

I hope you can understand
In your brain
A million words are crammed.
Ideas are not words anew
Just real old ones
Coming to visit you.