Are you a writer? you ask.
I've always loved to read,
I say, but a writer? No, not me.
Then I wrote down a word, and
another joined in, with more
to follow from who knows where.
Soon I had a sentence, a second,
and then one more. A paragraph
no less, that flowed with ease
into another. And there,
right there, a page was formed.
A writer, you say? I look down
at my page of words and nod.
A writer,
I am.
I've always loved to read,
I say, but a writer? No, not me.
Then I wrote down a word, and
another joined in, with more
to follow from who knows where.
Soon I had a sentence, a second,
and then one more. A paragraph
no less, that flowed with ease
into another. And there,
right there, a page was formed.
A writer, you say? I look down
at my page of words and nod.
A writer,
I am.

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