The Written Word
When I first met the lovely written word,
Fantastic worlds in my mind's eye arose.
With lyric sounds, imagination stirred,
And began shaping stories to compose.
I flew, away from school and far beyond
Through timeless tales of love, adventure, war
And found the beauty of the human bond
That reaches softly through a poem's door.
As friends, the word and I create and write
For other hearts who dream of taking flight.
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