The Pen Life
The sweet angelic voice of a pen sings
out melodic notes of pure heaven.
Calling to me, calling to the deepest depth of my soul.
A pen and paper are all I need to make dreams happen,
to create a story, to inspire all of those who read it, and to
strike an image in someone's head.
Whether it is a green field filled with blooming flowers
or a dry desert with only spots of color from cacti.
With a pen in my hand and paper in front of me
I can do anything.
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