Before The Ink Runs Dry

Before The Ink Runs Dry 
Am I A Poet? 
I have written #800 poems. 
I thought I was an artist. 
Creative illustrations. 
Creative writings. 
Changes passed the horizon. 
I can’t see everything in front of me. 
A new chapter moving forward. 
We are writers. 
Deep thinkers. 
Until the ink runs dry. 
Always a pen in hand. 
Pondering a new letter. 
Poems are short stories. 
Document your life. 
Written in a journal, be inspired. 
Piano songs in the background. 
Clouds floating all around. 
Maybe one last poem. 
Before the sun goes down. 
Eyes are heavy. 
Candles are burning. 
The love of poetry.
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