Why I Write

June 23, 2013

I write for the curiousity of the word

For the beauty of the phrase

Echoing with life

Reflections across the page

The reflections show me

How much life means to me

To write is an artform

A soul born to be free

A freedom of expression

A freedom of sound

This is why I write

To see the wonder unbound.

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