Jul 19, 2014
"GLIDING OF PEN""
“GLIDING OF PEN””
Rhyming words reminds me of a singing bird. Poets create words, absurd not! They illuminate all that is cheerless. Pen in hand, words come about streaming. They land on my white paper. Gray cloud linger above the night. Angel’s tears falls upon the paper; So barren, I pray to get the urge. From far above with folding hands in pray- That today won’t be forever dark. when the sun has come to give,
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