Anonymous
upon the wings of dove soars freedom smiling
as she gluides through gossipping cotton clouds
wondering where she's headed with that many miles,
but her beak is zipped shut and she's proudly
sprinkling diction magic with her friends
secretly writing collabrations
and bonding their friendship to the end
not thee seeking charity donations
her ruffled quill pen feathers fly alone
on her way back to America's birch tree
to perch a leisurely refuge phone
free as she sings melodies beside me
so long as the dove can fly in our blue skies
never will writer's block pass you goodbye
May your quill fly lightly on
May your quill fly lightly on the wings of the dove,
And let all of your words be rooted in unconditional love!!
Love it!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "