Oh! these words,
travel through the
world.
A pilgrimage they
make,
passing oceans, skies
and lakes.
What panoramic scenes
we know,
if words are not to
flow.
a gamboling kitten,
a solitary lighthouse,
a volery of birds.
What paradisiac nature
we see,
if words are not set
free.
the auriferous sun,
the fluvial
contours,
the humongous
hills.
Words are what - the
mirabilia of this world.
So, feed me the
words.