The pencil's tip,
A pointed wonder
By one's grip,
Tells tales of here and yonder
Sketches of imagination,
Creativity and creation
Transcending temporal being,
The innocent roams, discovering
Sketches of spatial perpetuity,
Infiniteness and longevity
A relic so new
In possession of few
Sketches of silence,
A haven for silhouettes
Wordless in balance,
A lined dancer pirouettes
The pencil's tip,
Humbled creation
Dare not to rip,
These sketches of no motion
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creativity and creation, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.