The First Step
July 5, 2013
It is cold and dark
With sharp edges protruding at every turn
The darkness begins to move and swirl
As the dust dances in the air
The slight hum breaks the silence
The softness of the sheets lay across me
The curtains move as a breeze comes through
The smell of sweet roses enters the room
Pen in place paper so white
Thoughts begin to build
One stroke one word and I could begin
My books lay still waiting to be read
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