Ten Thousand Pens
Outside the boundary
of my pillow
I found favor in dream land.
On a hill of bravery i stood
fishing inspiration
from the sea that washes the
sun and the white sand.
On a hill of courage I stood
Looking up for strength- for so
long
I revolved my eyes around
the sun
and thoughts virtually
become
a planet in the sky that
absorbs the blue
from the ocean.
On a battlefield I stood
I'm the general
of the army
I'm in the lead of ten
thousand
weapons-
I'm the commander
of a ten thousand pens
in paper land.
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