The crispness of white paper
Under the scratch of my black pen
The freshness of the paper
As I lean closer in
The words roll onto the page
Like a storm rolling in from the sea
Who knows its path or its direction?
Who knows where it will take me?
No restraints, no inhibitions
Just the freedom to write
To board the aircraft of my thoughts
And to finally take flight
The Freedom of Writing
Dawn & Dusk 
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