Fields of imagination with nothing to write but biographical one-liners that don’t make good reading.
Good poetry is all about the imagination, but how to open that door without revealing ones life story?
Jumping through meadows of hay trying to find a gate to the other side, where the grass is always greener.
The caterpillar that turns into a butterfly, no more or less beautiful when you look at life, and the world doesn’t always appear less harsh through someone else’s eyes.
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YOu have a special gift for writing Laura