My Poetry Collection

A dot of Ink

In a land far, far away,
there lives one who dreams,
Of a world away from our own,
They pick up their stylus before the idea flees,
And thus begis their masterpeice

Ink scrawls across pages,
Creating people and places never before seen,
A story never before told,
Each word and sentence, carefully crafted,
Lines twisting to form them

Dawn turns to dusk and then dawn again,
And still the lines twist and turn,
Marks on paper turned into something more,
Each word forged in the author's mould

Who knew that the mere marks on paper,
These lines on pages, could create a world,
So much more wonderous,
Yet so different from our own?

For in a land, just as far away,
There lives a girl who calls this other world home,
She dreams and she hopes,
And dosen't part with either world,
Until Death takes her soul

For who knew that a whole world could begin
With a single dot of ink,
And with a just pinch of the author's soul

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A/N
Yes, I wrote a poem, and yes, I am planning to write more.

Do you guys want me to publish them?

Where can I improve?

Those of you who know me will propably be like: *gasp* Team_Moonlark wrote a poem! ITS THE END OF THE WORLD! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
So, to those who know me:
Yes, I wrote a frickin' poem, get over it.

As always,
Thx for reading!
-Team_Moonlark