If we are words,
Our letters will be entwined phrases,
dancing whimsically upon pages,
To the orphic melodious rhythm of famous voices,
of an ancient poetry of love verses.

If we are words,
We will be an endless verse of poetry
charming the listener into an entrancing glory,
and lost between reality and dreamlike fairy,
of the mystical and enchanting poetry.

We are word,
A language of literature
In us the present, the past, and progeniture.
In every line, a tale unfolds,
a tale of life and love untold.



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