A song of arrow

when I say this;
I always cry a bit;
in your life you use more words than you use fire, water, or money;
so gather your words and used them well;
people compare words;
not to swords but to arrows;
or like arrows; words once used don't return;
in a thick wood, on pointed arrow;
there is hard pierce by words that spread poison or fire;
my lip tremulous;
I use more word than I use fire, water, or money;
for words the most precious thing I own,
when I say this;

- MHH - (17/4/2011)

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