Sometimes they flow easily Like silk through your fingers Gliding onto the page with Passion and flare.
Sometimes you must fight, Forcing the words out in a rough Scrabble. Scraping them from the Depths of your uncooperative mind.
But once they are written, Spread beautifully across the page They shine, they glow, Imagination displayed, a vision described.
Perfect.
© Ally (13/07/03)