My Pen

My Pen

Effortless glide

Of black ink

Splattering the sheet like an enchanted paint brush

Light as a feather as it nestles in between my fingers

Words slipping out

Images spreading like wild fire


Ideas running in millions of directions

All wanting to escape

All wanting to have a brilliant effect on curious minds




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