Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.
Gambles I make aren't with grand gestures.
Worlds I make are with words not wands.
No tricks up my sleeve.Never.
Well just some well-orchestrated wordplay.
Lifeless limitations like full stops don't bother me.
To my ears the sound of words creates a pleasant mental melody
equivalent to the ringing of fingers running across the rims of a thousand half filled wine glasses.
Every clever concoction of words I brew has a different aroma
that drifts and startles the senses of the unsuspecting.
Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.
Words are my only weapons.
These stanzas are my only shield.
Expression through words is my personal elixir of life.
I wander forever in a tantalised trance of unwritten words in the labyrinths of my mind.
Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.
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