Keep Writing
My dashing prince mounted his white steed and rode off into
the sunset.
A gentle breeze blew his final words back to me…
‘Keep writing’ he whispered above the fray that had been
surrounding them both,
‘Keep writing’….
She waved her hand in a goodbye and turned. Her shoulders
back and chin up.
Still clutching her pen in her palm…
‘I will’ she whispered to no one really,
‘I will’….
Keep it up. Write, write, write!
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