I dip
my quilled pen
of a creative mind
into the well of heart.
It's golden ink
spreads
with visions to launch
a writers dream.
It's ink bleeds
spiraling
in waves of verse
that blossoms.
Its ink merges
with my soul blood
to becomes my
writers passion.
I dip
my thoughts
into pool of vibrations
where love lives
and words take a life
of their own.
I dip
into liquid gratitude
and torch-like plume to scribe
with heavenly ink of a writers heart.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
I dip
my quilled pen
of a creative mind
into the well of heart.
It's golden ink
spreads
with visions to launch
a writers dream.
It's ink bleeds
spiraling
in waves of verse
that blossoms.
Its ink merges
with my soul blood
to becomes my
writers passion.
I dip
my thoughts
into pool of vibrations
where love lives
and words take a life
of their own.
I dip
into liquid gratitude
and torch-like plume to scribe
with heavenly ink of a writers heart.
Inspired By Kim Johanna Baker Thank you for all you are and all you do.
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