Words fall like polished stones
tumbling upon the page with a splash
and I take no credit
for how they configure
A wind blows through me
and emotions stir
My only job is to give the wind
a voice and to put a new page
down when the old is full
Writing is less me having something to say
and more something which must be said having me.
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Nice one – I think we can all relate to that. Love the image of words as polished stones.
PS: did you mean ‘through’ not ‘threw’?