Sketching scenes on paper
But the scenes are in words. Ever
Flowing out, Of my mind. Like a river flows
To the sea. My river of words are, Just as calm, Yet as intense, as a torrent of rain,
That pours, Onto my paper. This rain
Can be fast. Or it can be soft
And sweet. It will always
Lead to my writing.
And through my
Writing, it
Will
Someday, if you look hard enough, lead to my heart and feelings.
