An Eye
Early morning I sit with Pen,
Deciding to write my rhymes again.
The cap came off and the ink went down.
I closed my eyes.Two open my crown.
Move over grids of paper it did,
writing into lines I see in my head.
Forming into shapes of color indeed,
An eye appeared on my hand as a seed.
The cap comes off and the ink goes down.
When I close my eye...
Two open my crown.
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