To Escape a Moment
What
water drips on my page of questions?
It
lies bland and waiting for my hand
To
wander through its distant pages
Of
lands to be explored
The
water drips down my window
Drawing
me from my page
What
story lies behind each raindrop?
Waiting
to be collected
I
travel, wander, fight and dance
As
ink glides across my page
Where
will my journey end today?
As
water drips across my ink
My
pen placed down I sit and wonder
At
the place I have journeyed today
My
heart is crying with tears I squander
As
my journey ends today
Tomorrow
will start another journey
Another
empty page
Where
will I escape to another day?
Another
grey rainy day
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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