Give it a moment...
My pen shall dance and sing.
My finger's puppet.
It puts on a play to my delight.
A display of magic as I write.
Give it a moment...
My pen sheds tears of ink.
My finger's captive.
A slave to plant my words by hand.
It wakes and rests at my command.
Give it a moment...
My pen will surely die.
My finger's friend.
By my side through night and day.
But all good things must fade away.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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The weave of philosophy with your wonderful pen is enchanting!