Fourteen Tweets

Iambic sounds create a simple tweet
In fourteen tweets a sonnet will arise
Though in its brevity it is complete
A song is not composed by simply size

Nor are the words we breathe just simple sounds
Or simple lines that float through space and time
Sweet life is made of music which abounds
In heartbeats’ rhythm, loves prophetic rhyme

And so we tweet our souls to those who hear
Who hear the music of our heartbeat words
The words of life all living souls revere
We sing and tweet and soar like splendor’s birds

A simple tweet can bring the sounds of love
Or lead us all to soar like  birds above.

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