All my life I've done it,
And to this moment I persist.
Now rarely with much malice,
And sometimes with innocence.
Syllables are spoken,
Strung together with a plan,
Characters on pages
With a purpose so they stand.
The mystery of thoughts expressed
By magic known as words,
Somehow makes a change in you,
And now you understand.
I take you to another realm
Or plant it in your mind.
We walk together in our thoughts
And find new space and time.
The mystery of words is great
When placed together well.
You may not know that when you speak,
You also cast a spell.
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