A word, let loose and away from the heart
An emotion, thrown away in banter disregard
The world is all turned to turmoil
Alphabets and the thoughts are all left to wreck havoc within
Are they justified or are they mere words
Just one could pierce through rough exteriors and tough innards 
Means of joy, measures of lives, words without emotions are just waiting
To the angel to spread its wings and encompass in its all pervasive embrace 
An angel with all but to be in lives and emotions 
End each word or thought with or without is for the angel to finish

So, angelic wings heave around the shores of each cry river 
Am but at the shoreline listening to the deep rumbling waves 

I am but a means to an end and an end to the means 


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