In whispered moments, be cautious, my friend,
For words hold power, on this truth depend.
The universe listens to every word we speak,
A symphony of echoes, both strong and weak.

Curse not your partner, in anger or spite,
For words, once released, take flight in the night.
Like seeds in the wind, they drift far and wide,
Planting their roots in the universe's tide.

Imagine a quarrel, a heated exchange,
Where curses were hurled, emotions deranged.
A wish for misfortune, an ill-fated jest,
Caught by the cosmos, it cannot rest.

The universe...