A Pen a Weapon
Breath in breath out,
Something to write about.
Language flows across the page,
Poetry has no age.
As you fill the page with just 26 letter',
You start to feel better.
The pen : a harpoon,
The page : immune.
Copyright © Chloe Payseur | Year Posted 2015
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