Chapter and Verse

when I read, I hear the voices,

I conjure up the characters that 

live amongst the lines of black words,

black print forged onto

white paper, etched, inked-in,

no matter what the words speak

of love, of hate, friendship, enmity,

they cannot be separated

and must co-exist,

I read the black words

of men, women and children,

I do not see their colour

but I hear their voices

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© Graham Sherwood 03/2021