I watched her…
When a stream flowed down her face like the one besides her
I spied on her…
And I noticed that her heart was as hard as where she sat
She took a note book and scribbled something that I could not get a visual on
But whatever it was, it vaporized the clouds and made the day seem brighter than usual
Was it the pen or was it the mind?
The unseen can’t be spoken of
But all I can say is,
When she touched the pen…
…it was magic.