A Writers Life (A little poem)

For me a life without reading,

Would feel so utterly wrong.

But a life without writing

Would have my soul fighting,

Not knowing how else to belong.

To me a life without novels,

Would leave me terribly sad.

No stories to fill me,

No new words to thrill me.

I think I would go quite mad.


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