(a) gift of words

words are a birthright gift
from ancestors huddled
in the valley of the rift

the tool which articulates the mind
the water through which thought swims

expression and comprehension
becomes soul dancing

my arms cannot hope to reach you
but I can still embrace you warmly
and hold you lovingly
and ever so briefly make you mine

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