The moon left the shadows breathless
The quill and the ink comply to the wishes
Of heart and mind entangled as one,
Word for word . . . . till it’s done.
Figuring what is from what is not,
Series of thoughts draw their lots─
To be fin’lly placed on a paper like a stage
Where every word has a role in a page.
A line to behold,
A beauty unfolds. . . .
by: Elena Maria Parcon©2016
Date Written:February 24, 2014
Date Presented:March 14, 2016
Author's Note: the picture i personally designed via picsart