OLIVE BRANCH

A glance of hope.  The message

between pen and paper, yet to begin.

Words are stored like wine until released

with flavor; held in private

until it breathes out a message.  Indifference

is the creature of thought, the expression

of the unexpected.  The surprise.  The

unimpeded flow, void of subjective

influence as it flourishes like a garden.

The story becomes told.  The reading

is a toast to all who continue to try.


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