Weaver of Words
Feel the smooth cover.
What lies inside?
What stories and anecdotes in there reside?
Ink black print.
Hungry for words.
Through time the chapters are never disturbed.
How did it happen?
Weaver of words.
Making a tapestry from simple letters,
When finished, a tinkling melody.
Or a horrible one.
A tragedy.
A happy ending.
Whisper its fate.
Or scream it loud with hate.
What makes one a master of print?
Tell me the secret.
To bring a man to tears or laughter,
With only a few well placed verbs.
What does it take?
What must you face?
To become a weaver of words.
The End
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Weaver of Words, which
was posted on Jul 30, 2011 by
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