Onto the Page
The letters flick
Onto the page.
Appearing from nothing.
The most beautiful sight
to see.
Creating a story
In my head.
Watching it come to life.
Words dancing on
a blank page.
As the words
come to life,
My mind is freed.
The clutter filling it
is gone.
I write to express
who I am.
I am trapped inside until
the letters flick
onto the page.
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