Words
words dry on ink blots
rambling through reams of parchment--
the pen cannot speak
clogged thoughts grow restless--
as sunset bursts with color
to open new phrases
fingers slowly draw
rugged lines taking a twist
molding shaped image.
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2014
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