Out of the shackles,
Shackles of the thoughts of others,
She jumped into the arms of the paper….
Embracing her tight,
The paper consumed all her worries…
Every word her soul wrote on paper,
Ignited a flame of positivity in her…
The rhythm of the musings,
Made her tensions shake feet…
Dancing on the surface of the paper,
Every useless peace-sucking thought succumbed,
Succumbed to the power of the duo,
She and the paper…
out of the night
sundown
starlights!
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This is so descriptive of being a writer! 😀
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Thank you so much.✒☺
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I really like those last four lines.
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Thank you☺☺
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“Dancing” is a great choice of words 🙂
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Thank you so much🙂😊
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Nice story of a writer and paper…
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Thank you. The feeling is mutual for all writers.
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Yes it is
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