My musing


It swirls around my tongue
Sometimes smooth like skin young,
But, sometimes coarse and rough.

It holds great power;
Some beckon it, but for cover, makes many run.

Many wish to wield it;
Some to destroy; some to create beauty.

Yet many others over look it;
A mistake, very costly, that be.

For in it lies mankind’s greatest achievement,
But now, for great strife, it is now the cause;
A pity, for in itself, it’s sheer beauty.

Humans put it to different use,
Often based on a certain muse.

From it comes both literature and cussing;
Language, that’s my musing.


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