I glance my blank paper,
Skimming the empty spaces
I rushly get my dearest pen—
Battering ink through its faces.
As my hand unravels the energy,
Riding and gliding with my fellow pen
A dwindling force came flowing down—
Into the filling white.
And I continue from what I'm doing,
Whilst melodic words opted to appear
Just like a synchronizing orchestra—
And the conductor is my pen.
Until I finish it— the last stanza— the last few words
It's now done, and for sure it wouldn't be absurd!
The words— the picturesque words encoded in this lone pad
I slowly send, and I abruptly stand!
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
