Have you ever stopped
To just embrace
How easily a pen
Glides across the surface
Of a fresh,
White notebook
As the ink slowly pools
Along each one
Of the fibers?
YOU ARE READING
K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
