…Dear writers

The sweet sounds of words weave through my ears.


Please read to me, in your mind and out loud. Let me hear your beautiful voice form the words somewhere between your mouth and soul.

Running in the desert,
Laying under stars.

Or maybe I may be a spy, in a casino where I’m playing games.

I am standing on a battlefield, with bombs and aeroplanes.
Or maybe in a garden, sitting like there’s nothing more that strains.

Moving with the elephants over cities and the sea.
Riding on a horse, or a tortious or a bee..

And yet, everywhere I’ve been to, everything I see, is in this little binding, this little book I read

Gentle and magic writers,  you give me such a gift. Your wonders will be forever, in this mind you came to stitch.


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