My little fingers embraced the mighty pen,
And my heart began to whisper its secrets.
Every word I wrote was already chosen
By the beautiful angels in heaven.
The flying blank page out of joy danced,
While the frantic blue ink cuddled.
Adorned with fresh memories
Lay my deep down mysteries that were buried.
2 comments:
"Frantic blue ink cuddled" you're definitely getting there!
that's a nice choice of words
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