Friday, February 13, 2015

Chinese whispers

Words did find their way without,
soon set sail and drifted on,
pushed by winds and many mouths;
tossed by waves in distant realms.

From the port where form was made,
stopping then so many times,
taking on new cargo as they went;
changing with each fall and rise.

When at last the journey's done,
what arrived was something new,
born through storms and heavy seas;
the truth now lost in heady brew.


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