Accidental Poet

Dance of the Poet\'s Pen

Upon the empty page

The poet’s pen writes

Frolicking as if in dance

Certainly an oddly sight

Movements so smooth

Flowing with elegance

Occasionally a pause

Then resumes the romance

For the romance

Between pen and page

Has been flirting since

The dawn of the writing age

As words are written down

And gracefully the pen moves

As in the grandest of ballrooms

How the heart lightly woos

Eventually cumulative

To a climatic end

Where the page proudly wears

The dance of the poet’s pen

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