The essence of a page
Such beauty and grace
Resting within, a thousand words
Pictures to be drawn
Upon its blank canvas.
Once was a tree
Standing strong and tall
Now thin and delicate
Like the fearful girl
Who cries.
Ink splatters
Graphite smears
Words are spun
and thoughts are reeling.
She is searching.
As we all are searching
From the beginning
We all are looking
For the perfect ending
For our own happily ever after.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts via The Moment. (poetry)
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