With a flourish of my pen I set fire to the paper.
Enlivening it like a god creating a caper.
Words flow like wine from my synapses,
Form images in mind's eye without lapses.
Saturn may rotate like a ring on a string.
Far be it from me to question fair Jupiter's ring.
Expansive words conveying vast universes.
Ideas, concepts, phrases, and curses.
The whales they must sing, the birds they will cry,
My voice from within is written with pen as I am so shy.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
With a flourish of my pen I set fire to the paper.
Enlivening it like a god creating a caper.
Words flow like wine from my synapses,
Form images in mind's eye without lapses.
Saturn may rotate like a ring on a string.
Far be it from me to question fair Jupiter's ring.
Expansive words conveying vast universes.
Ideas, concepts, phrases, and curses.
The whales they must sing, the birds they will cry,
My voice from within is written with pen as I am so shy.
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