Sheltered by the bounds of fate

The letters land on wisened tongue

Crafted into dreams of speech

The breath to every gasping lung


Tales it weaves for listening souls

Places not yet known

The lives of those who know not what

The seeds of destiny have sewn


Words; they haunt me like a knife

The trembling power of love and strife

To set against the deepest thought

The joy and sadness words have brought.


By Isabella Steel


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