• eleanore 5w

    Writer in Love...

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    Pencil in hand, lost in thought,
    Deep in making, a world of words,
    No sense of time, no living soul,
    A world where you and I can meet,
    Where fate nor future can seek,
    Serene meadows and napalm skies,
    A locus that dwells only in our eyes...❤
    ©eleanore