"outwritten pen"
I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.
Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.
Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return-
your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and
in your sighs, capture all
life's little miracles.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2026 04:03
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Comments1
The very title starts the mind off on meaning. To write better than, but whom the pen itself? The wait without reply (is the pen out of ink?) Far flying (is it fantasy?), allow the drifting and returns to reality. The pen captures all. This reminds me of why I love literature and have always loved reading it takes one through the most fantastic and fanciful to the most realistic and real. Nicely done Cryptic
Glad to share in that cocktail of thought. Thank you dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure my friend
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