#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.

In the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words.

Splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight

© ssk