I just ordered
My third cup of coffee
After all, I am in good company
Words spilled before me.
Could they have known —
I will always look for
The smell of old books
In this digital world.
Words, my words,
My heart treasures
To put pen to paper.
Time is unkind
For a writer,
Nothing is ephemeral.
You are
A page marked by a folded corner
A love I will come back to
In the future.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
I just ordered
My third cup of coffee
After all, I am in good company
Words spilled before me.
Could they have known —
I will always look for
The smell of old books
In this digital world.
Words, my words,
My heart treasures
To put pen to paper.
Time is unkind
For a writer,
Nothing is ephemeral.
You are
A page marked by a folded corner
A love I will come back to
In the future.
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