The Works of Words

The never ending confusion,
The ideas of a great mystery,
Only one way to make it perfect,
The never ending match of words.

When you think you found a solution,
You really might have had an illusion of perfect,
Maybe you just got lucky,
To think of a combination like that of a genius.

But the answer lies in the history,
The one that makes it sound like the song of a bird.

For the beauty that flows,
To the sweet melody the words melt into your heart.

Bigger they grow,
Creating Art.





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