The begining of things

The Begining of Things


That’s all a plant needs. To grow.

A patch of soil. Rough or smooth. Broken or not.
That’s all a sculptor needs — a brush and a chisel.
That’s all a lover needs — a heart that reciprocates.
And a writer…?
She needs moments of silence
A vivid dream…
A life spent soaking it all in like a sponge.
And letting it bleed on paper.
You see it all begins somewhere.
In soil–
In colours–
In love–
In life.



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