The pen is wise, how it doth impart
Words that flow forth with effortless grace
In strokes of ink, a masterpiece of art
That leaves us in awe, in a wondrous place
It holds the power to move hearts and minds
To bring forth emotions, both dark and light
Its wisdom knows no bounds, no confines
It guides us through the darkness of the night
With every word, a new idea born
A seed of thought, ready to take flight
It weaves a tale, from dusk until morn
A symphony of verses, shining bright
Though simple in appearance, it holds sway
For the pen is wise, in its own quiet way.
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