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My Pen's Ink (Prose)
My pen's ink
Generally wears out,
Runs dry from the feelings
Spilling onto life's canvas.
The ink holds
Many more stories to tell,
But tries to work with the mind
That gets mentally drained.
My pen's ink
Will flow freely again,
Not knowing where
The thoughts of the artist
Will take it.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.10/2005
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