That is certainly true, but often words can paint a beautiful picture - I was reminded of this today when a friend
sent me this lovely old poem....I must make time to pull those poetry books off the bookshelf and let them paint some pictures in my mind
"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." WB Yeats
sent me this lovely old poem....I must make time to pull those poetry books off the bookshelf and let them paint some pictures in my mind
"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." WB Yeats
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