Pen

Oh, for the summer

that now guides my pen

for there's joy in my soul

mirrored...

With words reflecting the soul

the pen flows freely

dancing across fresh paper

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The life blood

of my whole being

oozes freely from my pen

flowing across these...

On to the next one you hold dear,
quite as often, insincere,
while humbly do you confess,...

If its written in pain ....then the ink spells release
If its deeper than they know....the words...

this precious life blood

flows through my pen

painting many pictures

from a trail...