Friday, February 5, 2016

The Gliding Pen Comments

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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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Jules Mcquistan
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Abraham Jaggernauth 05 February 2016

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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Jessica Mcquistan 05 February 2016

Thanks for the comment. I'm glad that you like it.

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