Pen
Pad
Take notes
Thoughts float like ghost boats
Drifting through the mind’s moat
Till a spark in the dark
Starts to glow
Ink
Leaps
As it speaks
Little streaks
Of mystique
Every scribble a ripple
From the deep
Pages
Pile
In a wild
Spiral style
Each line a trial
You file
To prove you walked
Each mile
Write
What aches
Write
What wakes
Catch the quake
As it breaks
Into shapes
You can hold
Pen
Pad
Take notes
Turn whispers
Into quotes
Turn storms
Into oaths
Turn your chaos
Into clothes
You can finally
Wear bold
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Author:
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Online) - Published: June 27th, 2026 02:25
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