18 July 2012

I live in a land of letters, I live with the written word, I live where dreams are all transcribed, I live with the absurd.

I live in a land of poetry, I live in a land of prose, I live in a world where writing shows- What everybody knows.

I walk on path-paved antonyms, The skies are parchment pale, And in this work of word-dom, No writing will grow stale.

I live in a world of artists, Whose tools are quill and ink, Pressing keyboard buttons, With words there are no laws.

HeatherAnneWor(l)d. • Opuss № I