The Solace of Words

I am the window with curtains drawn.
I am the morning sun.
I am the dark room growing light.
I am the waking one.

I am the dreamer’s forgotten dreams.
I am the shadow of birds.
I am the flyer seeking seed.
I am the writer whose solace is words.

Published by jlseagull

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