To Write

A poem about words and English.

I followed a trail of letters and then I reached some words
those words opened a door which I cautiously entered.
It opened to me a place full of life, and beautiful entwined.
A beautiful world with symbols, and phrases designed
A melody of syllables I hop across and find
,but punctuation makes me stop and I start another line.

Author's Note

The comma is the start of the last line on purpose :)