Yearnings of a Writer


I wish I could write about moths.
Their delicate, fluttering wings dipped in ink
    would make beautiful art.

I wish I could write about starlight.
The magic of the heavens come down to earth
    in breathtaking radiance.

I wish I could write about roses.
Velvet carpets for the water worlds inside
    dewdrops make for an enchanting scene.

I wish I could write about windows.
Big or small, whether open or shut,
    these are gateways to freedom.

I wish I could write about my mind.
The endless rainbow of imagination
    would paint beauty onto canvas
    and I would never want for another story.

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