My pen got feelings
the moment I hold it
seems it possessed me
with sentiments
My hand scribbles
innate expressions
enthuse from my heart
the essence of my soul
Experiences composed
myriad colorful hues
of love and struggles
making us quite human
As long as ink flows
poetry will never cease
for those poets writing poems
with words of authentic beauty
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