A Pencil
A pencil is something very common perhaps
Bet everyone has one that moves itself
It begins to spin a tale freely
Wanting to live a life as bright
As the sun that is needed everyday
It changes depending on who wills it
Changing like the wind,never settling once
A pencil's story will never end perhaps
Until it's last breath is drawn down
It will not die as it's words carry on.
Copyright © Georgiana Elisha | Year Posted 2017
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