The beauty in Writing
Black and white marks on a once vacant page
We make the sense, the sounds and the stage.
Our voice wakes the story, each word brought to light
To the magic in language, in expression we write.
Beauty is the dance between silence and sound,
Where the fluent expression, of harmony is found
Lips taste the secrets laid out in each chapter
Literary escapism of poetic Rapture
Grace Wilkinson
