Never can the flowery words <br />Of tenderness on paper, <br />Ever be pitched into shreds <br />By oblivion's eraser. <br /> <br />Never can the beaks of birds, <br />Life-sinister as ever <br />Peck down them to crumbs of breads- <br />For those words warm wax better. <br /> <br />Never can words wreck to sherds <br />By apathy's grave stunners, <br />But by their delight that spreads <br />To spray rings lush with wonders. <br /> <br />Never can bugs merged in herds <br />To gore them with their stingers <br />Ravaging in scathe that sheds- <br />For those words warm are winners.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unerased/
