the words <br />are beautiful <br />they are love itself <br />or human insistence for believing a beautiful lie. <br /> <br />the words <br />are mirrors <br />they are blurred with tears <br />or the surrogate life in which we live. <br /> <br />the words <br />are wise <br />they are refugees in our mind <br />or a way to let past have its ashes. <br /> <br />the words <br />are center <br />they are destinies, comprised of conscious, innumerable parts <br />or of some life that isn't intellectual. <br /> <br />the words <br />are petals <br />they are without stems, in water <br />or dreams, modified down to reality.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-words/
