I sit here, book in front,
pencil on the hand.
Brainstorming ideas, thinking hard
I imagine the book as barren land.
My pencil as a magical wand, my goal to fill the land
with colourful words of enlightenment.
My passion for writing
like a flame is burning and burning.
I look here and there
to see who or what will interfere.
I gaze out the window
to see the moon as lonely widow.
I may have written many
but quality does it have any?
My passion for writing
still not slowing.
I wish to see
words of encouragement to agree
from all of you
words all true.
Help me to improve
with words you approve.
To lit my passion
so i can continue my action.
©susanoo
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