A blank page
Starring at me
Then pen waiting
So patiently
The words rolling
From my mouth
Now my hand
Is heading south
The pen dances
Across the lines
Writing whatever
Comes to mind
It's music to
Any ear
Relaxing
All and every fear
And wiping the face
Of all who tear
No matter how
meek, weak, or mere
6 comments:
I like it. It flows really good.
Wonderful Lizzie!!:)
WOW!!! That is really amazing Liz. This is your best poem I would have to say. I love it and so should you. Keep up the great work.
Excellent. I really like this poem. I mean you did and excellent job on this one. I am very proud of you. I think you are getting better than I am!
Thankyou. I really like this poem too. It's has to be one of my favorites.
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