Written
They flow like water
Splashes on the page
Words like ink
Seep in and come alive
Words that breath
And speak to me
Put on rough new pages
Smell of dust and leather
With a flourish of a pen
A rush of anticipation
Waiting to paint the pictures
The words will tell
To touch hearts
And change lives
Words that won't fade
Lasting through time
A joy and a thrill
These words take shape
Shifting, molding
Bringing life and creating
Something new
Copyright © Mardi Barber | Year Posted 2012
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