Words
Words Dazzling stars On a white paper sky. More precious than jewels. Delighting the eye. Like many colored pencils That shape a work of art. They flow softly like moonbeams Or pierce through the heart. Like brightly colored beads Waiting to be strung. To be taken and put on paper Or slide off the tongue. To be carefully connected In a design well thought out, And have life flow through them Without reluctance or doubt. To spread warmth through the heart Of whoever may see Them as the beautiful formation The author created them to be. ~Madelyn B.