Covfefe: nonsense is silent letters.

Artistically, in silhouette whispers, we write yet, secrets are held,
Words with hidden treasures, logically wrong, seldom spelled.
Musically, through ancient tongues, a chorus of languages vogue,
Physically, a complexity of letters, stealing good sense, a silent rogue.

A subtle touch like in the castle’s grand hall,
Where honorable coat-of-arms adorn each wall.
down aisles, amidst columns in cathedral rooms,
the castle-like words conceal secrets in its silent tombs.

Do not doubt a knight’s chivalry in a gleaming sword,
it succumbs to a valiant theme by a silent guard.
unseen, without doubt, a knife that adds to its length,
A wretched design causes doubt and saps at noble strength.

A subtle touch in the King’s castle, a royal shrine,
in tombs gnomes concealed, the Queens’s honor malign.
this fortress, leaving debris, where faux echoes reside,
no afterlife rendezvous, these spirits would rather hide

than ascend nature’s beauty, in mountains, a gentle scene to caress,
climb peaks cross crevices with finesse, the thistle will prick, we confess.
like subtle unseen letters nestled, sandwiched, in between,
the flowering bough, while descending upon a hidden island scene

Breathe in the depths of the heart, for hours, emotions sway,
to the unspoken presence like autumn winds, that cool the way.
Letters like the silent night, the calm of twinkling skies remain,
A bridge, a celestial wonder, to know its’ silence complex yet plain.

Aligning souls, in depths benign, emotions freely flow,
Love’s glow, a foreign language, is not enough, we cannot know.
the lingering letter, feigning, causes the mind to roughly sway,
to the unspoken sign, yet in chaos, the heartaches, yet finds a way.

Amidst letters unspoken, knowledge is sought,
Silent calm, like dreams, awoke yet half-awake, they brought.
truths, like hymns, that unfold in their quiet presence,
Psychology of silence, where meanings commence.

Yet among these letters, laissez-faire in A to Z,
A sole letter laughs, resigned to be bold and free.
Demanding to be heard, breaking the assigned hush,
The letter “V”, is foreign in common dialogue’s rush.

So, listen to the psychology of letters sounds left unsaid,
Silent calm, where meanings to answers like lies are spread.
In their presence, they claim sovereign reign, whispers resound,
Faux Pas significance is a void campaign, far from profound.

In defiance of silence, this one letter, just one alphabetical sign, stands,
The letter “V” with a loud voice interrupts the hush, and vigilant demands,
be valiant, vibrant, vivid, versatile, voracious! let vocalization be heard,
“V” is victorious unless “covfefe” emerges in dialogue to become a word.