Let me write a little
scribble and create something
Let me think a little
dribble with pen and ink something
The paper wrapped raw
crsipy white as dove
Wants me to draw
a story colored beautiful

It invites me inside
its bosom so warm
It gives me rest
and means no harm

The pen and nib
touches strands of sheet
World stand eager
to hear stories aplenty
Sentiments alive ripe rise up
born anew like a fragile pup
asking only to be given meaning
infuse life and spirit, they keep dreaming

Seamless thoughts sprawled in ink
hidden drought of heart exhibited
dry mouth learns to water its thirst
water nil drought killed by thoughts.

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