The Pen
As the ink flows on the delicate white paper so too my emotions like a never ending river
let the pen speak
let it tell you my open secrets
Let it tell you my deepest thoughts
Let the pen speak...
Can't you hear its voice?
As I format my thoughts in my head, the pen writes its own truths
It reveals what is beneath the surface
It reveals what is in the heart
The pen with its sensational attire is desirous of your view.
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