Writer

.

Word after word, letter after letter,

Slowly but surely, each sentence growing,

Flesh and soul he gives to his characters,

In their veins, to get life and blood flowing,

With time and love, to his world he caters;

Through meandering streams of plots, rowing.

Thus is the noble life of the writer,

He perseveres despite odds harrowing.

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