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Whispers Of The Pen

I try to steady my hand
But dear love I am sorry
I hear whispers of the pen
Into the early dawn of morning

The words from my heart
Leave their home so pure
And I try to scribe them my best
Though my thoughts are unsure

It seems the words off my tongue
Lie void of sensation
So I will speak of my love
In this, my creation

Now I strive to simply
Find a perfect rhyme
With whispers of the pen
I create one more time

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-9-04


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