The tip of the long black pen
swayed gently as she sprawled across the page
cursive poetry.
Her hand barely moves
while her words come to life
spring from the page.
She writes for the same reason
she breathes- because without it
she would die.
The tip of the long black pen
swayed gently as she sprawled across the page
cursive poetry.
Her hand barely moves
while her words come to life
spring from the page.
She writes for the same reason
she breathes- because without it
she would die.