The feather gently crashed
Onto the heavily binded manuscript
Making the loudest noise against
All those words printed within
But somehow left unsaid.
The book felt heavier than usual-
Particularly astray and remote.
Dipped in all that is heavy for the heart
And solemn enough for the fingers
To just let everything it wanted- go.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Musings
RandomA collection of random pieces of my thoughts on anything Earthly. An introspective contemplation? ~complete Cover by- A watercolor painting by yours truly. I call it - The Blue Void. *All rights reserved*
