Words

Words are similar to a butterfly. They fly around us. We add meaning to them. We reproduce a new meaning from each of them. We fit tons of joys or sorrow to words. They are so delicate like butterflies and they have a short lifetime there.

Sometimes words are similar to stones. They are heavy and they kill. They are always immortals. They affect us with spoken more than the meanings. They are sometimes a gift or punishment for us.

Words, words...

Words are painful, wing, fleyer, cry... The words sometimes make us laugh, promising. They are honey flavor or toxic words. They would be rose or thorn.

Sometimes we tell everything with one word. Here! The words are fertile or vicious. We can tell nothing or we fit to a promise thousands meanings. Because language doesn't talk peace talks.

Words, words...

They finish work, get life and give life.. They are beautiful butterflies or they are poisonous snakes.