Words

Once spoken no return,
so many so common,
everyday here n there;
very few we really care.

Frustration speaks so many,
no brain no filter any,
So easy so cheap;
mud our mind into heap.

Love speaks so less,
sometimes no pace,
so tough so precious;
invisibly touches us.

Words make a bridge,
from the two edge,
good,one step forward; harsh, backward two;
wiser, better we already know.