Lost Quill ✒

CATEGORY

just different

If one picks up
A pen and does not go
Deep within
That my friend
Is truly a sin
We live to be
Not to die never
Have been
Do not neglect
The power of the pen
Flowing in and out
Of Peace
Flowing in and out
Of Zen
To no end
Moods swinging
From the branches
Of the tree of
Artistry
Seeing the world
Through
A poetic view
Everything is poetry
It is to me
How about you?
The way the wind
Picks up the
Autumn leaves
When words leave
Abandoning  
Feeling like Shakespeare
Without his quill
Dry is the ink well
Without a story to tell
Without a legacy
To stand on

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