Flight
The pages openAnd I flyTo other worldsAs words transportMe to universesThat manifested from The creative mind Of a personWho reaches acrossTime so thatThey can tellMe a story.
I am taken By the penThat is held In the handOf a personWith magical thoughts,and I landon a pageThat shows meThat true beautyExists in imagination.It tells me:Follow the ink.
I follow paths Of typewriter inkAnd I'm teleportedInto a placeI never could'veImagined to exist.Not in any Real worlds norThe imaginary ones.These places are so large, developedonly by letters.
The pages openAnd I soar,Joyous, above lifeAs I physically Know it as.Traveling between imaginationsOf different writersWho create charactersThat speak andBefriend me asI open theBook, and takeA leap of faithAnd they tellMe a story.
I am taken By the penThat is held In the handOf a personWith magical thoughts,and I landon a pageThat shows meThat true beautyExists in imagination.It tells me:Follow the ink.
I follow paths Of typewriter inkAnd I'm teleportedInto a placeI never could'veImagined to exist.Not in any Real worlds norThe imaginary ones.These places are so large, developedonly by letters.
The pages openAnd I soar,Joyous, above lifeAs I physically Know it as.Traveling between imaginationsOf different writersWho create charactersThat speak andBefriend me asI open theBook, and takeA leap of faithAnd they tellMe a story.
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Halle Homel
I am a high school student and indie YA author of the Abduction Day Trilogy.
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