Literature is a beautiful thing,
after all these words are the unspoken thoughts of feelings.
The author’s soul is buried in the theme,
scorned into every heartfilled word,
Laid on the page of a diverse character.
Their mind has created another world,
another setting for each mind in like to paint.
Careful thoughts embedded into each dialog,
Like flowers stretching their roots to new soil.
An intimate bond is formed between reader and writer,
String that pulls on the pupils of the intrigued.
Running down the page with desire,
as if you could not savior enough the sight of a shooting star.