to draw is to create

here my eyes slowly blink

i'm not sure what she's saying

the mechanical pencil in my hand

clicks to reveal some lead


click click click

i break the thin cyclinder

click click click

i drag it softly across thin paper

until a form comes into shape


lips, a nose, eyes

a face


the power to create

from nothing comes something


with the more strokes


come to life!


so engrossed, never looking up

hearing a noise 

are you listening?


not to you


ah, as soon as one creates

it is so easy to erase


the smudges on the paper 

share a secret


something was here,

now gone.

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