I imagine how words have flowed through time and even though the authors have gone they carry on still
This is an ode to the writers
The amateurs , the professionals the lovers of prose
This quill is like magic weaving words whose effect can never be foretold .
These sensational words can wield so much power ; they can open a floodgate of emotion even set a soul on fire
They can start a revolution where a new star is born or simply encourage a lost soul to carry on .
The writer is a mother , a creator : giving birth to a labor of love
Their words can be your lover , your healer or your instigator
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the writers
Changing the world one word at a time .