A woman writes to free her soul
But mystery abides
As she writes both
Without, Within
- Express herself
and hide.

Some choose to write with blinding sight
Some just recite the lines
They've heard aloud
From all the crowds
defining from
outside.

But some, like you, write playfully
And even sorrow chide
The words wrest new
To serve her muse
And sing to
Be her guide.

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