Day Two Hundred and Twenty Four: An Ode to Words

Words

Words
rain
from
the
end
of
my
pen
onto
the
crisp
white
page.

This sheet of paper,
a pillow by any other name,
stands as the blanket
for any emotion
imaginable.

There are no creases
on these sheets
even when I’ve made
these words do my bidding,
once again wrapped
in all the comfort
that new idioms bring.

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