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Writing a World
by Jess
Pen scratching on paper
And the smell of ink
In the air, the
Author writes out a
New, different world.
Wings of snow white
Feathers stroke in time
With the breathing
Of the human-bird
Creature as it’s flying…
She looks up from
The paper she was
Working on with
No stop and barely
No thought, the ideas quick
To come. The clock
Hanging on the wall
Ticks and tocks in
Time with her breathing.
She returns to the world.
The sun sets slow
And beautifully.
The human-bird
Lands gracefully on
The lush, green grass and stares
Out at the sun
Setting in the near
Distance. The red
And orange blending
Nicely with the blue sky.
Once again she
Looks up and gathers
Her papers up.
The clock reads midnight
And her mind begs for sleep.
Stretching back, it
Rests its head on its
Arms and closes its
Eyes, falling into
A sweet, blissful deep sleep.
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