A Pen Became Your Soul - Poem by Kasia Fedyk
If your mind became the richness
of a velvet red wine
flowing from a cup of the divine hand
a pen your soul
what words would come out
from such divine being as you?
What if your heart reached
the heavenly realm
for a moment each day
what would you bring
down with you
to fill your whole day
from this abundance within?
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