Day 285

she wrote with a twinkle in her eye
and a glimmer of hope
that her words would
be read by many


and her words
were supremely beautiful
they told of stories
and places you could not imagine

but just like her desire
she kept them hidden away

and the pages became worn
and yellowed

and so she lived on each day
scribbling less and less
and soon
she forgot all about the words