TechnicolourA Poem by Mary BosworthGliding through life
on a magical pen I return to my daydreams again and again and record them, for me, not for posterity. And if I do not write for myself then for whom would it be? If I wrote to please others it wouldn't sound like me... and it'd be simply a reflection from a fragmented mirror. I write when my world stops listening. I write to the child in me, I write to set her free. I tell her she's alright. I say to her: "Get out your purple pen, write." © 2014 Mary BosworthReviews
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