13 June 2012
A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold.
A blank white room, Empty, clear, You can forget- Everything here.
Lack of things, No new words, No thoughts flying, Like lettered birds.
A place of still, Tranquility, A silent, quiet, Pen-city.
A place for sound, And secrets shared, Reading and writing, Together paired.
A bustling room, Colours spilt, Where words, ideas, Will never wilt.
A place to move, To scream by page, A place to laugh, And smile and rage.
A place of new, A place of old, A place of secrets, Told and untold.
Opuss, Inspiration. • Opuss № I