Wordsmith

My tools are not shiny or sharp, nor do they have serrated edges.

Like an arrow, with its crimson target, breath aligned with skill, I pursue.

Your heart and soul is my target, threading my bow of words with purpose.

May it pierce your heartstrings and render you breathless…vulnerable to the utterances of the heart.

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