If you could see me work, you'd smile...
Can you feel my soul crying out as I idly chat away, Sometimes my feelings are more guarded and recycled, I'm always bewitched, befuddled, and in awe at the magic process of writing, If you saw me working, you'd know how much I rely on the "unseen" to guide and partner me, If you watched me sculpt... Sign in to see full entry.