I Write For The Now, I Write To Reminisce
Seeing the lines right in front of me, like everyday life --
I notice the sparks and lights mirror what's inside.
The beauty is not new to me, but some of us forget.
The true face of everything -- the beauty that lives.
The lines reflect the lives of all I see,
and sometimes, just the life of one.
I write because I feel I should,
An obligation, held for fun.
The heart beats out the story, the essence
of emotion and thought -- the teacher of lessons.
My hand, the scribe, with mind and eye
Translate the Love I feel inside.
I write to remember if I forget,
to look back on the Love that lived.
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