Power of Pen

July 11, 2013

thoughts collide

a jolt in the hands

knuckles spark like flint

A pen scrawls

and readers bawl

on paper fresh like mint

In a storm of peace

and the draining world

you'd think they'd take a hint,

so the only way

to erase the gray

is to create in their minds a dint

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