Treasure
Heart to hand
Hand to pen
Pen to paper
Start again
Thoughts unwind
Secrets unfold
Words blossom into
Stories told.
A gentle seed
Sprouting small
Branches lead
To trees so tall.
Word for word
Scrawling lines
Sentences that
Creep through time.
Of past, of present,
Or those of
Mysteries
'Bout what's to come.
Pointless poems
To stricter measure
Writing is
Man's greatest treasure.
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