I was sewing together some words one day, marvelling at how unimaginative I could be when it came to words which would describe a scene. Suddenly, someone came in with a poem and said it was not perfect, said it was not meant to be read by the world.
I looked at the words and kept looking at them till I could watch each one just the way they were meant to be seen.
So I agreed to what she said: it was not meant to be read by the world, it was meant to be SEEN. I took my pen then, and proceeded to show the world what I saw.
She might not write again, so I do not know whether I shall be able to see any poem so vividly again. I am putting this up in order to tell her that I want her to write. I sincerely hope that someone out there might be touched similarly by these words and ask her to write. If you think that she should write, please take some time to say so in the comments below.
I assure you, she is reading this.