Touch of Ink
Transfer of thoughts continuing.
Can I achieve greatness, or simply waste paper with slop.
Selfconfidence has retreated yet again.
I hope to find it through the ink of my pen, to the hand it rests.
Directly to the mind that controls it.
To find those magical words which dance from tonque to soul.
To reach that place were my words give joy and comfort.
Touching another with the ink from my pen.
Completing the circle of thought.
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2007
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