A Writers Spirit
By Mizpoeme
As the ink begins to flow I hear my pen whisper ' Where did you go?' Your words have not floated across the page For what seems to be a million days I've missed your words and thoughts so true Life is precious and memories few Share with me your thoughts and views Even if you have no news A writers spirit never dies Life is captured through their eyes To be transformed across the page This blanket of white is the writers stage So welcome back my trusted friend It is so good to read you once again You may not write for fame or glory Just fill the page and tell your story MJMP 6:11am Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 20 2002 07:14 PM PST, Mary Jane 0 • 12
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