The desire to write comes
from within. A never ending
river of words flowing over again.
Changing like leaves of
trees in Autumn. Blooming like
flower buds and the smell
of sweet honey.
Making every word sweet,
with a dew drop of honey.
The desire to write is more
valued than money.
That desire that sets my
soul on fire. The desire to write
take me higher.
The desire to write has no limit,
no color, no flavor.
Just image your now in it.
By LaTosha Biglow