I sit in front of the page,
Pen in hand,
Ready to write.
To write what?
Then it happens,
The first word appears,
Rapidly followed by another.
The beauty of words
Just flow onto the void.
No thought is given to these words,
They are already within me,
As they move from my heart,
And from My Spirit,
Onto the page,
The empty page
That is now filled with love,
The love of words.
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