My Blue Pen and Me
Just me and my pen
In our little den
We fly
We soar
There's more...
Our eyes saw bliss with scenes we invented
Our souls were kissed
Just me and my pen
We built our own heaven
We believe
We hold
We fill our own mould
We meet on blank spaces
To filll empty spaces
Plausible perfection
Pure pleasures of places
so rich and
So fair
We go there...
We're bold
We're free
My blue pen and me
Copyright © Tshego Khumalo | Year Posted 2013
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