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O Writer’s dream – repository of paper, blank canvas yearning for inky scratchings. Whispering gossip on leafy wings, offering flesh as medium for Ideas and pulp as Quotes. Parchment rolled into nature’s womb, bearer of treaties and grocery lists, essay indicting abuses of old. Write me into your story, inscribe your beauty, etch wisdom onto…
O Writer’s dream –
repository of paper,
blank canvas yearning for inky scratchings.
Whispering gossip on leafy wings,
offering flesh as medium
for Ideas and
pulp as Quotes.
Parchment rolled into nature’s womb,
bearer of treaties and
grocery lists,
essay indicting abuses of old.
Write me into your story,
inscribe your beauty,
etch wisdom onto the
pages of my heart,
O writer’s dream…
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Paper birch are so lovely, aren’t they?
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Love it! (-:
Thank you very much! 🙂
This is incredibly exquisite, Melody. There were birch trees all around my childhood home–very beautiful, indeed.
Tons of inspiration in the great outdoors – it was great to get away, even for a few days. Now back to the real world…
Birches around here have been having a hard time lately…. These are gorgeous trees for sure.
No rain yet?
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?