That first breath of fresh air 💕

On the early crack of dawn with sweetly singing birds everywhere

And a gently seaside saltiness settling on my hair

As I read a rhythmical rhyming from my book sat on a chair..
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I can almost envisage the authoress writing whilst she twiddles with her pen

As she pauses on each new little word thinking her wonderful thoughts yet again

And I see within her vivid imagination reading about those skirmish battles and her heroic hairy men

When  I picked up her novel at the library called “The Vikings in the glen!!”..
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But Oh how beautifully her world must be

She can get lost from everything mundane and simply shirk reality

Writing her renditions to entertain everybody

Impressively inking on her pages so poetically...