The first page.
You with wings of glass.
A heart of fabric.
Body made of paper
And a mind as soil.
The wings shatter, you plummet to the ground.
The fabric rips and tears, leaving holes.
The paper is crumpled, lines faded and dull.
The soil dry, sapped from overuse.
Make a new home on the ground.
Sew up the rips and tears.
Straighten the paper and draw new lines.
And.
Water the soil, plant the seeds of inspiration.
Amy thank you for inspiring me to write again.
A heart of fabric.
Body made of paper
And a mind as soil.
The wings shatter, you plummet to the ground.
The fabric rips and tears, leaving holes.
The paper is crumpled, lines faded and dull.
The soil dry, sapped from overuse.
Make a new home on the ground.
Sew up the rips and tears.
Straighten the paper and draw new lines.
And.
Water the soil, plant the seeds of inspiration.
Amy thank you for inspiring me to write again.