I’m a Blinky Bill

An awestruck daydreamer
I cut words into lights
Beep warned still blind
Silence spelled and bound
Freedom sought redeemer
Reaching peaceful heights
Where words in mills I grind
Language prone
Euthanasia patches
To let them rise to the throne
Of a silent word that matches
The silence which outstretches
A hand in a hidden sign
The word beautiful and most benign
The word that hurts no one’s soul
The word which echoes the highest pole

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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