Colorful Hours
And now, no rest for the weary
For cognitive or not, my message is my theory
Right from the tip of these keys
Hopeful and willing are the words and deeds
Light to dark and warm against cold
Caressing the images and the thoughts that they hold
And there is so much for me to see
So much more left inside of me
My minds journey knows no end
From the beginning of the paper and the ink that I spend
Wind swept senses
To old wooden fences
I am driven through a course of letters and sentences
Assembled and flavored with no repentances
Be it site or sound
I guess I’ll keep on penning till I‘m widely renowned
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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