One word can open a thousand dams..

One word..just one can be as generous as an east king..and can be as flooded as an ocean filled with stars..shells and pearls..

When melodies collect from all space and bead from moonlight a magical tune..

It’s like revieling the truth of truths and making games of tears to cheer that sad heart up..when emotions revive what is buried or left to dry..

Butterflies doesn’t have to burn..they can still dance and have the warmth and escape before the burn..who would applause and cheer and cherish their pure little soft wings that save them and fly them away??!!

Maybe no one..and may be everyone..bur anyway..

The word will come..the profound  feelings will dominate all other fearful veins..

And free..we wil be..