He motioned with a curious finger,
I believe his index,
Towards a 7 letter set,
And questioningly glanced at us, seeking approval from our scrutinizing eyes
To start, and as the authoritative nod was given, it was as if
The beautiful beginning of man’s God given life again newly sprouted,
His mind, a green baby shoot flying into a blue sky, seeking freedom from words, and to only
Speak in emotion, but alas, for only were to his keeping 7 pitiful letters,
And yet, though this barrier, his
7 Black letters danced creatively away between his fingers,
Off to create wonders,
From simply, that 7 letter set.
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