Words speak loud.

The message you read everyday is lettered with the deepest words.
Words fade away if not inked on paper or expressed.
They are buried in the mind's eye.
They are concealed behind the veil of silence.
They smother like a firefly trapped in a jar.
Death invades life.
The penned words are beyond its grasp.
The fine line of words smile haughtily in a page.
They do not die.
They do not get ensnared in the trap of death.
They live long for always.
They remain young for all times.
But then have an old story to tell.