Mar 2014
Stories bind,
When pen hits paper.
Novels appear,
When fingers hit keyboard.
My mind dances with stories,
Of the just and unknown.
Whether or not it will make a book,
I may never know.
When pen hits paper.
Novels appear,
When fingers hit keyboard.
My mind dances with stories,
Of the just and unknown.
Whether or not it will make a book,
I may never know.
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)
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