The sandy shore went on forever
as she sat by the window waiting
her imagination working up a masterpiece
her tale starting fresh, waiting over
The scene was becoming realistic
her night returning
but still she couldn't sleep
as her dreams flew to words on crisp white paper
She became as a writer, talking to her characters
living with them in far away fantasy realms
making their voices real with the paper
drawing her in with adventure and love
Soon to the writer, it is as if , by the end
they roam her halls, fill the silence with laughter
and they are as real as the writer herself
but though their living helps, still she watches, waiting
A contest entry
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Comments
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very deep and intense, i found myself sinking into deep thought while reading this haha, its a great write, keep it up!
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Amazing, really brilliant. Loved the last two stanzas, they were awesome. Keep it up!
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