My eyes are closed.
What words will flow,
who knows?

The pen dances
on the page
where words are free
from their cage.

My eyes are closed.
Imagination runs,
an idea grows.

What once stood still
is an active scene
played out on the pages,
ream by ream.

© Autumn Siders 2015

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