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Pen and Paper


Words spread across the paper in an endless dance.

Each unique, offering vital detail.

In an imaginary world, created by an artist.

Forms and image merge in a reader’s mind.

The story takes you to a world of endless choices.

 

Not yet there, but someday I will be.

Ten years later, I sit at home.

A cozy cabin, surrounded by peaceful woods.

Near a glistening lake.

Famous, prosperous, and happy,

I followed my dream.

Writing brought me a new perspective.

With this gift, I see what others cannot.

I stop and look out the window and smile.

The sun rises above the horizon.

I closed my eyes, feeling a moment’s peace.

And the power of words fill me.

 
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Emmanuel55
<p>Nice imagery.</p>

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