Little Brown Book. Written. 05/02/2022

Where Letters danced and Words sipped tea in gardens of blossoming stories and vibrant lost riddles.

I wrote with a passion that I cannot remember.

When Sentences spoke in elegant tongue and Paragraphs drank wine and ate cake.

Punctuation wore a dress of diamonds and silk.

Phrases wore a suit with a long ruby studded coat.

Each dash had a seat at the crystal table.

Each dot exchanged gifts with the crossed Ts.

It was a joyous gathering of creativity and truth.

Unbound and wild.

If I were Ink, I'd sing with Words, Phrases, and Sentences.

I'd skip with the dashes and dots.

I'd eat of the finest food along side Paragraphs and Punctuation.

I'd dress like Poem and sit among the lost riddles.

 Because all I have is this little brown book.