Warm words weave wonderment;
Whittling weary wistfulness,
Whilst waking whimsical wishes.
About the Creator
M.J. Carlock
I find that words are powerful; regardless of their form, they carry influence over our lives, and we must wield their power with both wisdom and heart.
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