A open journal sits on the worn down desk
It's surface want's to embrace the ink of my pen
I stare at it, as thoughts fly by
Skimming over my mind, as swift as a swallow
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Very cool! It is interesting how poetry is a beautiful escape. This poem reminds me of one of my own: The Poet And The Paper.
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