I glide hither and yon
Like a leaf in the autumn breeze
I let the words carry me
To live lives, as they please.
Sitting in my cave obscure
I am but a speck of dust
Speck, albeit, but on fire
A universe brewing, about to burst!
Out on the screen, I pour
Stealthily, stringing words as I find
For the thoughts that unbridled soar
In the recesses of my maverick mind…
In quest for that family not under my roof
With a message behind the words, I conceal
I look for ‘you’ uncertain, hopeful, aloof
As to you, dear Reader, myself I reveal…
“You must stay drunk on
writing reading, so reality cannot destroy you.”
Ray Bradbury Madame Zenista.
If I were dying, reading would’ve saved me.
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