Quill Not Quelled
I write, it's my right
A fiery fire,
I pen with my pen
A daunting desire,
I scribe like a scribe
A wordless win,
I note in my note
A gainless grin,
I draft a final draft
A fortune found,
I record for the record
A solid sound,
I scrawl on a scroll
A silent sign,
I script a new script
My wonder wine.
08.16.2020
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