The Writer

The writer
writing
sits alone
walks alone
along the banks of his mind,
pencil in hand,
a faraway gaze in his eyes.
Lines float on the breeze-
he captures them,
dances them around his soul,
until they speak his dream.
The writer
lives apart
separate
within the mist,
a secret world
only he can find,
his own place in space and time.
Among his words
he receives his visions
from invisible threads of inspiration,
uninterrupted by life.
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