Treasure Island

Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

The Writer


Some people write because they want to
Some people write because it's fun
Some people write because they have to
To keep the demons on the run

Some people write to make a living
Some people write to fill the day
Some people write because they have to
To keep destructive thoughts at bay

Some people make up funny stories
Some even write amusing friends
Some people write to bare emotions
On which their very life depends.

Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012
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In memory of a writer who said 'I write 'coz I like to write. I write because I've got to do something.'

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