Friday, August 5, 2022

The Pencil of a Writer

 Tap, tap, tap

The drum of a utensil

That’s sharp as a whip

But worth more than gold.

A creator of worlds

And release of emotion

A way in which 

To give meaning to life

A conductor of energy

From the core of my being

To define who I am

And harness my power

For the purpose of good

To reveal the truth 

And set my soul free

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