Words
The pure power of scribbled scratches-
Eclipsed only by their limitless limitations.
Inadequacies of ink cloud expressions of the mind
Almost as much as the heavings of the heart.
Time takers’ lined papers piece together puzzles of thought
Deciphered by other puzzled people.
Magical mirrors of feeling
Bestow dimly lit reflections;
Wanderers whittle fragile fragments
Having such vast morsels of meaning.
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