The scratch of pencil on paper,
Words scrambling to escape her,
A story unfolding,
Her imagination molding,
Like a potter and a wheel,
Her eyes filled with zeal,
A whole new world at her fingertips,
As she chews her lips,
Mountains rise,
Birds fly,
And she joins them in the sky,
A smile fierce, free, and beautiful lights her face,
As she soars over oceans, mountains, and deserts with grace,
She sets the pencil down,
Her feet planted on the ground,
With a small smile still lighting her skin,
For she knows one day,
She will go back to the sky and stay.
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Author:
Spitfire (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2017 13:00
- Comment from author about the poem: I am a nerd, I'm always dreaming of places other then where I am, this poem captures the heart of any dreamer and puts it on paper.
- Category: Fantasy
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