Its a kind of magic,
As ink graces a page,
By the wave of a hand a story is made,
From the first page until the end,
That book of Life,
With memories within,
Heart Break, Divorce, Survival, Personal Growth, Hope and Faith
A pen ran dry,
No words to pen,
Thoughts in mind of a letter to send,
Words to express no ink to write,
A paper stained by the tears as they fell,
The path it led to a golden beach, Rich it was under one's feet, To walk along the golden shore, Rich in shells, Washed ashore, There on...