by Irena Kagansky
Published on: Dec 8, 2006
Topic:
Type: Poetry

Words are empty,
Like Yo-yo balls
Bouncing off the tongues,
Far less interesting
Words are strange;
No longer belong,
We cannot claim words as our own
All that’s left are street words,
Commercial words,
And words
That that are silenced never to be heard
Knowledge is overrated
Words are sounds; an echoing












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