Stanza
A pen a touch
on paper,
An image
drawn beside,
Anatomy once
was spoken,
In a way I
cannot hide,
To bring a
song of words,
And rhyme to tell
what’s true,
Each stanza
writes a story,
Each line of
something new.
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