Cecelia Weir - My Word

My Word does not change
Night into day.
Neither does it
Confirm the end of time.
Character's are formed
By the boundaries of words.
And as boundless
As they may be
In the end
They'll outlast you
Long after the mind
Has been silenced
From view.

Cecelia Weir

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