There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

captures unwilling words and strokes
them into submission
like a lazy cat on a summer day

There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

weaves vibrant tapestries with her tongue
crossing one colour after another
weaving a blanket of words

There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

constructs gilded cathedrals with
deft fingertips tracing over a page
blank but not for long

There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

paints pictures with words
each letter building off of the last
constructing a familiar face

There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

reads to the trees
the great kings of the forest
and her words sing the song of the loon

There is girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams

each page winding deeper than the last
i read quickly closing on the end
only to find

the last

sentence

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